She reluctantly moved from her wonderful breasts down to her stomach and found a glob of lint in her belly button. How Mick did not suck that out earl...er when he so thoroughly kissed her body, she couldn’t guess. After soaping up again, Keri moved to her pubic hair. She foamed it up really well and reached in to wash all along her lips clear back to the start of her ass. Over the years, she had men suggest that she should shave her pussy, but she loved having a full, hairy pussy. She never let. ’ ‘Perfect,’ I said. I grabbed a couple of warm serving bowls, drained the now-reconstituted noodles, and placed a small pile into each bowl. The salmon skin was getting nice and crisp, but the flesh probably needed a minute or so in the oven. Meanwhile, I whisked a couple of generous spoonsful of the oyster sauce into the reducing stock and checked the seasoning. ‘Hmm … maybe just a tiny squeeze of fresh lime juice.’ And then it was just a matter of arranging the salmon — skin side up — on. Ignoring her own advice, she stood in the middle of the passageway, waiting for the headlights to grow closer. Though she knew it would do no good, she pulled the pink P-22 from her ankle holster and opened fire.Mitch laughed harder as the little rounds from the pistol smacked the windshield. Unlike the cracking impact of the rifle bullets, the .22 shells hit with a slight plink sound. In the harsh glare of the headlights, he could make out her features. She was covered in grime. Her clothes. I'mrarely read. Although, my voice can be a give away. On occasion, someonewill call me sir, when I look positively girly. But, confusing people ispart of the fun, isn't it? It is for me, since I long ago stopped caringabout other people's take on my gender.Two years ago, last spring we traveled to Las Vegas. I was, as usual, at herinsistence, crossdressed for the entire trip. We stayed in a marvelous suiteat the Four Seasons. Before leaving Los Angeles, she had arranged with afriend, another.