So far, however, he had been merely deformed, bent andtwisted into something even less than he had been when she started. Andthe sap still clung to t...e romantic notion that he might regain Tiffany.Let him have his stupid delusion. It would keep him coming back to hisEX again and again. This was much better than destroying him. This waskeeping him dangling, between hope and despair, endlessly reaching forwhat he could never have. And he would have to live with the knowledgeof how low he. She took another one before she came down. She took a long time; shaving herself. It took much longer than usual. She was used to doing the bikini line. In fact it had always been much more than a bikini line. The legs took longer too. It was the fact that she was so humiliated as to why she was doing it that made the procedure so much more emotional. Why did she keep running her fingers back and forth over everything looking for any feeling of stubble?She hadn’t been this thorough since her. Leaving it buttoned I moved my hands up to my cotton covered breasts. "Might as well make it good," I thought."Geez," I heard Al exclaim, as I squeezed my breasts. I smiled, and looked down to his crotch. Half of his cock was now sticking out from the top of his skimpy bathing suit. I don't think he knew how exposed he was at that moment.I reached inside my blouse to caress my tits, still hidden from their view by the cloth, but open enough to give them glimpses.Looking over to Ted, I saw that. .. like that, turns me on, big time. It excites me a lot, just picturing it, and watching him drill you like that gave me a big boner for a moment. I guess that I like my women ... as buttered buns, for the lack of a better euphemism. It excites me to think of a woman who’s freshly fucked, of sliding my dick into a wet pussy that’s even wetter thanks to some cum that another man left behind there. If you’re screwing him, I think that I might be up to fucking you more often, if that’s okay with.