They ate and continued to talk about their families, the conversation soon turned to a sexual nature. Amy put her hand on Jason’s thigh and he strok...d the side of her head. He pulled her in closer and began to kiss her wrapping his strong lips around Amy’s mouth and he slid his hand up her flimsy summery dress. Amy let out a small whimper as Jason realised she was not wearing any pants. He ran his finger from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, feeling and spreading her wetness around her. If one can imagine: blood and the scent of a woman together.Peter was thinking these very thoughts as he walked from his office to his home, nearly two miles away, a trip he takes daily without complaint. It gives him time to think. Like today, his thoughts about blood and the scent of a woman. For as long as Peter can remember, he has been fascinated with the workings of female gentalia. Add to that an almost gothic obsession with the colour red and the taste of blood. Please don't wrongly. Thanking her, I noticed that the red Capri’s were missing. In their place was a denim skirt. She smiled at me and said, “Why don’t you come on inside and get some lunch?” “That’s OK Mrs. Burleson, I’ve got some stuff at home I can eat.” I answered. “Nonsense!” she replied, “Lunch is part of the package!” She turned and strode back to the house. Not wanting to piss off my new employer on the first day, I followed, admiring the way her ass moved as a stiffy formed, yet again in my cut-offs. There. Of pleasure and was not able to control and was just holding my hair tight…I slid my hand inside the panty and touched her beautiful womanhood….”that was smooth, cleanly shave and I love shaved pussy”. I brushed my finger on the lines of her treasure, and by the mean time, I removed her breast and was sucking her nipple and kissing and licking her breast, it was really tasty and even now I masturbate while writing this for you all. It was a wonderful experience.This time, my right hand’s finger.