When she stood back up I nearly gasped.Her pubic mound was pronounced as was her hips, due to her being so thin. The light brown hair was sparse, shor... and of little consequence other than to help place her on the timeline of maturity. Her skinny legs had a substantial thigh gap that allowed me to see the erotic silhouette of her puffy pussy mound and what appeared to be a timid labia lip just emerging out to be seen. “Do you think my pussy is pretty?”I wanted to say, “You can’t fucking tell. Jese haath mein se chaashni…Firr dheere se nipples kaate aur uske muh se awaz nikli “oh”.. Firr meine uska pet chata aur fir chut ke paas gaya meine pehle uski chut ko kiss kia fir aadhe ghante takk uski chut ko chat ta raha… Usko itna zyada maza aa raha thaa ki bata nahi sakta uski aankhen bnd thhi .. Fir chattey hue mene ek finger uski chut mein ghusa di… Aurusne kaha ” aahh aahh aaahh oohh oohhh mm….Babyy I luvuh so mch”..Mene fir chut aur tezz chaatna chalu kia fir usne mere baal zor se. I opened my purse about twenty-five feet from the car and dug for my keys. Still walking I realized that they weren't in my purse. Stopping dead in my tracks I turned and walked back to the house, my eyes cutting left trying to see if I had been noticed. Being caught would be so fucking hot. Bobby gave me a confused look, but I walked past him and picked the keys up and headed back out.I looked straight at my car and walked. If they saw, they saw. Pressing the button at about ten feet from the. Mama would want to talk to her fiancé, and that was fine. Engagements were public. Her sex life was private, especially private from Mama.“Sure. Want me out of the house to give you some privacy?” He was really generous. Okay, it was right after sex, probably his second-most generous moment. (Right before would be first.) Still, he was offering, not being asked.“Nah. I’ll put all your faults in a letter.”“Once you said that would give your hand cramps.”“I’ve got a typewriter,” she reminded.