But, as much as she enjoyed the pleasure and the pain Annie gave her, Michelle herself found that she could no longer stand the sight of her bush. Alt...ough she had lived with it for much of high school, she now found that the mere thought of having hair revolted her. The feeling of the hair between her legs brought back the feelings of shame and sexual insecurity that she felt as a teenager, as if by regrowing her bush, she regrew all the innocent self-loathing that had characterized her. I loved the way she walked. I made a further assessment. They looked to be late 30’s. She had black hair, cut close to her head. She had beautiful eyes and large breasts. She was wearing a short black skirt with no panty lines and a cute blouse that had lacy stuff down the front. My cock got hard just looking at her. I was immediately jealous of this guy. But he was here with her when I would have been home fucking her crazy. I continued to leer at her. I lost all cognizance of my friends. I. The thoughts of running my dainty manicured fingers over my throbbing clit has drove me to the brink of insanity. I grab my netbook, the one I reserve for solely internet play. My hands slowly slide over my body, for a brief moment I close my eyes and allow myself to feel as if it is a man treasuring my body for the first time. My fingers graze over my bra and I can feel my hard nipples poking out from under the soft cup. I gasp quietly and decide that I can no longer wait. Rapidly I slide my. I'd always had big boobs for my age, I was a 32D. He continued to kiss and lick on my neck, down to my big tits. He kissed on them and nibbled them softly, before getting to my nipples. He took the left on into his mouth softly, kissing and licking my nipple, before gently sucking on it. I could feel my pussy getting moist. I let out slight little moans and groans as he sucked on my nipples. My pussy began to throb through excitement. I could feel my juices seeping through my panties onto his.