Before I could speak she said you should always remember it's my pussy and I'll be the only one to say who gets it and when. She had spread a blanket ...n the ground and we sat and ate facing each other. She sat Indian style and I was given a perfect view of her pussy the entire time we ate. My cock got hard again from looking. She noticed it and told me she could make that go away. I said no thank you, I'll be OK. Back in the buggy she pulled her skirt up so the crotch strap actually pressed. The showerhas a removable head for washing all those hard to reach spots and thereare plenty of bath size towels.I am shedding the nightie and adjusting the temperature of the showerspray. The soap and shampoo are gender neutral but will leave Abigailsmelling clean if not like a flower. The water on my skin feels likeheaven and I slowly increase the hot water to a level that would beimpossible for my old burned body.The soap glides over Abigail's body. Her breasts are responsive to dripof the. I went inside, ran up the stairs and confronted the evil bitch. As I approached her, she did her best impersonation of a victim, shouting her help as she grabbed her phone, presumably to dial 911. I knew that American cops were the type to shoot a black man just because it’s Monday. They’re even worse than Canadian police, who are notorious for mistreating minorities. I ran out of there, and went back to the now closed YMCA to hide. I hid there until nightfall, and came back when my uncle. " I raise my arms over my head and allow the sensation of Mark's fingers lightly caressing the top of my thigh, working closer to my hairy mound. Slowly, sensually... making me ache.Mark's fingers reach my hairy mound and he literally shivers... but keeps going... feeling my furry bush that he's seen in some porn mags. He keeps going.I let out a light moan to let him know what he's doing is wonderful and to keep going."May I give you some instructions or would that bother you?" I ask.