Small but just so perfect. Every curve just where it should be. Blonde hair the color of golden wheat. Pale skin with brilliant green eyes. His eyes w...re brown. Hair a very dark blond. Just a little over 6' tall. He had often wondered what the girls he had been with would say if they knew what he was thinking when he was with them. Ok he did like them too so most of the time he was focused on the actual person grunting and moaning under him. But at some point his thoughts would always turn to. "Oh, nothing," Pete said before snorting again from trying to hold in his laughter."Pete, if it's dangerous then it isn't a laughing matter," Liz protested.Susan slapped his arm and said, "It isn't the danger he's laughing at. He's laughing at a sixth-month birthday party for a baby." Why? " Liz asked. Her brow was wrinkled with genuine confusion. "What's funny about a birthday party?"Ben walked into the room and took in the scene. Pete was working hard to hold in his laughter, and failing. " You have no power, no will to disobey and your legs open almost unconsciously. "Good girl. Show me that pretty pussy." You flush, but you're smiling inside. This is all you've ever wanted... to belong to someone, to be theirs.Now my hands move all over you, teasing your tits, your aching nipples, my fingers combing through your hair, stroking down your back... you moan unselfconsciously, wanting me to touch that place that pulses with every beat of your heart. My fingers go to your knees,. "Stand up, show everyone ..." Jack suggested. I did as he asked, twirling around with the music, arms up in the air, moving like a stripper, shaking my boobs and ass as the appreciative crowd went ballistic. At five feet, six inches, I was quite a package. Jack got me out of my shorts. I left my inhibitions on the floor with my clothes, getting naked set me free. I heard someone say, "Hey ... shaved, nice pussy." I smiled and continued dancing, continuing to embrace what was happening. I could.