My breasts had always been my best assets and the low cut neckline showed them off beautifully. I admired myself in the bathroom mirror, freshly blow-...ried long blonde waves and shimmery eye shadow framing my blueish green eyes.I felt almost egotistical as I fanned myself, examining my body, my narrow waist and scooped back, shaking my butt like an eighteen year old does in front of a mirror, but I started to feel a little turned on. I started to feel like I was becoming myself again. I could. E. with the girls I have had up to now (girlfriends or occasional lovers :-P) a bush so thick as my sister had in that occasion :-P, while in the porn videos and porn photos yes :-P, but I don't want to say it because my sister is really beautiful :-P, that's it :-P, but, of course I always hope to find a nice thick pussy like my sister's, but also if it doesn't happen I always have that of my sister from to think :-P, so with my precipitation with the head under at the table I found myself in. ” We hugged again and I helped cast off the lines as she pulled away from the dock. Sitting back on my swing chair, I dwelt on my day, my focus on Becky and those tight shorts. I recalled the lack of a panty line and there were hints of her pussy outlined as she sat. Those taught tanned legs and the surprising French pedicure when she had kicked off her deck shoes were at the forefront of my thoughts as I sat back and slipped a finger between my slick lips again. The next few days followed. Suddenly, my car shook sharply. The driver behind me had hit my car very gently. The light changed and we pulled into a lot across the street. I got out waiting for the driver to get out of the beat-up old car.She was 5'10-1/2 and black, or at least part black. Her skin was lovely cocoa color. Her hair was crazy-curly-on top, but flat on the sides. Her boobs where Double D's at least. Her shirt was pink, silky, and tight. I /could see a fair amount of cleavage. I thought the buttons.