With her posing with her hands on her hips, full-breasted tits on view she was a vision of true beauty. A perfect set of tits topped by very hard long...nipples. My eyes traveled down to her flat stomach that ended when, to my surprise, the start of a full, thick brown bush appeared. There was a very fine line of hair from her navel to the start of the impressive hairy pussy. As Barbara shifted her hips and changes her pose, I saw that her bush was trimmed on the sides, but was still very full. I looked up, her eyes were still shut tight, but there was a tight little smile on her lips. She almost looked angelic. Why I am I having thoughts like that now, I wondered? I suddenly understood why this is sometimes called 'making love'. Regardless of what else may happen in the next few minutes, I knew I would never think about Snookie the same way again. She was more than just a laboratory for my sexual experimentation. She was something quite special to me now. I truly wanted her to enjoy. Conjoined. Driving hard into her aching orgasming flesh. Mercilessly hammering at her groin as she spirals into bliss. Each rampant ravaging insertion exploding through her near-senseless body. Oh, and don't forget to give her teatlets some really, really, hard suckles. You want those babies to burn in the morning like never before.Now, as she writhes, lost in the abandonment of pleasure, her fertile eggs will start to cascade from about your thrusting appendages to form a cloud in the water. Anyway, I first heard about one of his work collegues, Lexie, from myfriend Jan, who had seen him lunching with her one Monday. Then onThursday that week she saw them again at just before eleven in themorning, that time driving in the direction of going out of town. OnFriday I drove to outside his office, but there was no sign of him untilhe left work at about five fifteen and then he was on his own.When I got home just a few minutes behind him I asked him how his weekwent."Oh, a few problems.