Her black eyelashes poked out and fluttered under the mass of blonde hair while her vibrant peachy lips upturned into a beaming smile. Jolie purred as...she walked slowly towards him with determination. He smiled when Jolie made her way to the floor; sitting on her knees as if she was worshipping his manhood. She grasped his belt buckle startling him. as she removed the leather strap in one swift movement. His shirt then fell to the floor and his jeans quickly followed with his boxers in tow. His. Still no dick. Just a smooth hump covered with a wisp of finelight pubic hair. "I'd find it sexy if it was on another woman." Heremarked, without catching his own subtle slip of the tongue.He shuddered as he recalled last night's nightmare. Becca had stolenhis penis and put in on. She was parading around the bedroom pointinghis erect tool at him. He kept saying, "Give it back!"Instead, she taunted, "Why? Do you want to play with your little thingy?Come, play with it, I'll bet I'll enjoy it.". He slid his hands around to cup her buttocks, finding them round and firm, and then felt further down her thighs. He began to pick up her skirt, baring her long smooth legs, feeling the soft skin of her long thighs, reaching up to her hips. He looked her in the eye as he began to open her shirt, and she raised her hands willingly over her head as he pulled it off. Her skin was beautiful and smooth, contrasting erotically with the white lace of her bra. He kissed the smooth skin of her shoulder,. "Though the brunette - he dimly remembered that her name was Cammie - winced, she nodded and took off into a hobbling jog. As the wagon passed him once again, Mindblind could tell that the prostitute had twisted her ankle, at the least. She cried out in pain after twenty feet or so, nearly dropping to her knees in the grass again."I can make it," she said as he jogged up next to her.Seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks and the unmistakable grimace of pain, he shook his head. "No, you.