Little fun in theater and no personal contacts. She didn’t reply immediately on this. We kept chatting on other things. Even I was scared to meet an...anonymous girl.God knows who she is? What she is? What can she do to me? It was a Friday night and we were chatting. As usual, chat turned to sext and we started role-playing. We both were deeply into the act. I was highly turned on. I asked her to send me a boobs pic. She can hide face to protect identity but send a boob pic.She went with the flow. “What is it, child?” Amina inquired.“Might I have a word, Priestess?” she asked timidly. “In private?”Tavish looked over, halfway through pulling his breeches on. He opened his mouth to say something, but Ayla interjected. “It’s alright, Tavish. I’ll just be a moment.”When Tavish looked about to argue, she added, “I can hardly get into danger with Amina here, can I?” Her words were gentle, but firm.“Very well,” Tavish replied stiffly as he resumed getting dressed, bending to snatch up his shirt. My fingers slid across the smooth lips of her vagina before slipping easily into the wetness as they parted to my touch. Wow I stated. She always produced copious amounts of fluid when turned on and today was no different. Her pussy lips were so smooth having recently waxed and I lingered on them slightly before withdrawing my hand. She loved having a smooth waxed pussy and much as I did and it certainly felt good.To my slight surprise, in such a public place, she replaced my hand with her own,. What if I gross him out? Well, then we’ll deal with how to handle that respectfully. And if he can’t, I’ll turn him away. “I like getting dirty. I like how people smell and taste after they have sex. And the game intensifies that and brings it to ridiculous levels. Getting to do that and having people who helped me out lets me feel strong—lets me feel like I’m not a freak.”“Oh, so like smelling your panties, that sort of thing?”“I bet I’d be into that if I actually did it more. Mostly I’m.