If she lies still, the candle rests firmly in the valley between her peaks. I admonish her to keep still, and then I light the candle. After a few sec...nds of flickering the first drops of wax run down the short distance from the flame to Anna's skin. She groans a bit as the hot substance drips onto her. A small pool of wax forms directly under the candle, swelling with each passing second until it finally bursts and a trickle of wax snakes its way down her stomach. I give her some final. Her eyes stared directly into her swollen vagina. It's beautiful! she thought. I never realized how pretty a woman's sex organ could be! She was totally amazed at the revelation.It was the first time Sam had ever seen a vagina close up. She had never even looked closely at her own. Whenever she went for a gynecological visit, she wondered how someone could make that his or her profession. Now she thought, if they all looked like this, it would be a wonderful job.Suddenly, her thoughts were. My English teacher was a former actor in Shakespearian Theater that would often quote the famous bard in his everyday conversation. I thought he was hilarious and sexy with his low deep voice and his roving fingers. He had pretty much investigated all my secret areas of sexual interest and knew my exterior geography as well as his own. I suspected he was a bit of a “perv” because he kept calling me “little girl” every time he had his cold fingers up in my snatch or even buried in my bottom. It was one of those rounded off spaces at the end of the row. It was too small for even a compact car so they put lines it to keep people from using it. I had always parked there. I found to my surprise that at the end of the funky space Jack had built a bicycle rack. It would hold three bikes. I parked my bike so that I had the most distance between the car on one side and the incoming traffic on the other.Inside I picked up a number five bag-o-breakfast and coffee. The coffee was my own.