”“Okay...”The white leather of the sofa squeaked as Vi’s slim legs parted, her toes barely on the floor. Moving behind her, I gazed at my sist...r’s offering.It looked impossible. Presented in the bare hill of her pubic mound, Violet’s pussy was a tiny slit, making her look like a little girl. But she had the arousal of a grown woman. A clear string of wetness was already dripping from the tightly closed purse of her cunt.Violet’s outer labia were the merest folds of flesh. Droplets of wetness. Should have pulled out the my favorite movie lines like I am prone to do…. “ Do you like apples??? Well how ya like them apples??? ” As we walked across the street to the cafe. I realized I hadn’t introduced myself nor asked her name. As we were seated I introduced myself, “By the way, my name is Peter.” “Oh how silly of me, I’m Kate.” she replied. We had a great lunch, wonderful conversation and as we are walking back across the street Kate slid a napkin in my jean pocket. It was her number.. He placed a hand on the back of her head to keep it down as he pushed his cockhead between her lips and kept it there, his shaft twitching and pulsing between her breasts. Cait obligingly kneaded her own breasts, massaging the shaft to help Rhys along as he began to spurt, a thick load coating her waiting tongue. She let him hold her head in place until he was done, his body gently shuddering against hers as his seed trickled into her mouth. When he finally released her head she swallowed then. Today my name is Eva. I still have the short spiked brown hair and brown eyes. But now instead of working in a store down by the ocean, I am cooking in a hot kitchen at a restaurant in a busy city. The kitchen is hot, and I’m glad my hair is short. It’s mostly a thankless job, and more fast-paced than what I’m used to. The pay is lousy, and I’m wishing I was a waitress again instead of a cook. Every night when I get out of work, the first thing I do is go home to my cheap rented room at a.