Now stop and look at what you see. Beautiful, isn't it? There is nothing that makes a woman more unique than her pussy. I know. I've seen plenty of th...m. They come in all different sizes, colors and shapes; some are tucked inside like a little girl's cunnie and some have thick luscious lips that come out to greet you. Some are nested in brushes of fur and others are covered with transparent fuzz. Appreciate your woman's unique qualities and tell her what makes her special.Women are a good deal. My sweet niece was apparently still fond of her uncle, and the only thing that we regretted about our bond was her mother's absence. I had read of her mother's fantasies about me in her diary, which Shelby had shared with me under the explicit posthumous instructions of Marcy Swenson. I got the distinct impression that Shelby borrowed ideas liberally from it, given the coincidences at times.I fucked Shelby for several more minutes while Anton now plowed Tamara just as Max did. As for Max, Josie. How could being used so brazenly turn me on so much?I pressed my legs together, trying to supress the urge to come. He’d tied the belt so tight around my wrists that I could feel it digging in. Even that small pain contributed to the pace of my racing heart. The anticipation was killing me. I could hear the water still running. Fuck. How long was he going to take? And what would he do? Would he let me come at all? The thought of being denied made me clench hard. Surely, he wouldn’t… right?The. It was an impossibly abbreviated shorty nightgown, all white, and so sheer that it might as well have been made out of cellophane.The truth was, I really didn't much like it, but I wasn't going to say anything like that to Tad. What the hell? If I was going to go completely naked later, what did it matter what I wore first?Louise met us at the door, and I was a little surprised to find that her portrait over the couch had been removed. "What happened?" I asked."Nothing, Sweetie," Louise said..