Her love mound was dripping her hot nectar onto her thighs and her entire pubic region was glistening with her fuck lube. The lips of her cunt were op...n like the leaves of a rose petal and I could see her love button aroused and erect. It was like a little cock and the sensitivity matched those of her nipples which by now were fully erect and sticking out from her small frame looking like two bullets. Her pussy was pink in colour and got darker as she got aroused. The lips were inviting and by. I was looking around the little girl's room in that dim light with its pinks and lavenders thinking this would make a great story for animators or something. Something like that movie Toy Story. Of course, if I was making the movie, I'd use girl's voices because it sounded so odd hearing a boy's voice coming out of a little girl doll."It's OK! Keep that thought for a while! We've all been there! We've all believed, at one time or another, that we're dreaming this. Some of us more than the. God knows what I smelt like, cause I wore them every day, and without underpants in those days! And I lived for a glimpse of a woman’s panties. There was no television or porn(that I knew of) so you were constantly on the lookout for a skirt to blow up or a woman sitting ‘carelessly’ showing her stocking tops – suspenders – PANTS …aah they were lovely. I can still remember some of them even today — the parted thighs and the soft curving flesh above the stocking top leading right down ( or up!). If we are in or near a large city, especially a city with which I’m not familiar, or if the truck traffic is heavy, then he has to drive. When we are away from any large cities I’ll spell him for a couple of hours every now and then. But he always does most of the driving and we both prefer it that way. He says that my driving makes him as nervous as it makes me.We were already packed when Jeff came home and told me that he couldn’t leave until next week. There had been a crisis where he works..