Swirling my tongue over and around her fingers, I lick the love juice from them. Larita pulls her fingers from my mouth.“Mmm, delicious.”“More?�...�“Yes, please.”I can’t believe this is happening as we drive on the freeway, in traffic.Larita reaches again deep into her sweet pussy, soaking her fingers for me. Bringing her fingers to my mouth, we both suck and lick them clean.“Mmm, I do taste delicious.”“Yes, you do, Larita.”“Oohh, we are coming up to our exit, Andy.Taking the exit, we arrive. When she was finished with her work, she had a dozen blasting caps buried inside her in two neat rows going down each side of her gory body, beginning beneath her ribs right where her breasts had been and ending with the last two buried in her gut, one next to each hipbone. She was going to blow up her whole body, if she could – her entire torso from her half-regenerated tits to her already exploded cunt! Beth shook for the excitement and the anticipation of all that wondrous, sensual. ” “Oh, gosh, I can’t believe I’m about to be naked in front of this mirror, in front of you!” “I hope I feel better about myself after this is finished.” “I can’t believe I have let myself get to this point.” "If I could just lose this last 10lbs I would be happy." Or the worst… “Wow, I’m disgusting.”The first couple of spray tans, I didn't even realize it was a bad thing. That's how I talked to myself in the mirror. It's just "what women do" right? But after hearing women. Driven by panic, he got to work. While Ed was in the bathroom refreshing his armpits with deodorant, the doorbell rang. It had been over ten minutes since the phone call had ended and he had managed to make the living room somewhat presentable - i.e., porn-free. He hoped. He opened the front door. 'Hey!' he said. 'Hey!' Dawn replied. God, she's a knockout, he thought to himself. Dawn was one of those women who always got away with being overdressed. Today she was wearing a low-cut black top.