"That was a really good fuck. It's been quite a while since I had one like this. Don't worry about your jizz, jason. I am not capable of getting pregn...nt. The doctor has certified that." No wonder your pussy is in such perfect condition. Perhaps another reason is that you did not fuck too often?" You are right. My first husband was a fitness freak. For him, besides exercises there is still more exercises. And he did not consider fucking me exercise enough so he rather do weight lifting than. As she opened it, she noticed that her hands seemed smaller and more delicate, the nails longer and painted a hot pink. She lifted the glass to her face and saw the reflection of... "Marcia!" she breathed. "I really am Marcia." She looked down at her chest. Her breasts were hidden beneath the buttons of a pink silk blouse, the blouse that Marcia had been wearing when she left this morning. But she could still feel the charm nestling warmly between them. She hurriedly undid the top three. Feathering my fingernails from my pussy to my breasts, I squeezed, enjoying sweet pain.With a small sound, the cooling breeze of the central air wafted through the room, and I smelled the mushroomed scent of my womanhood. Leaning back, I spread my legs, easily sliding the middle finger deep inside my pussy. I stroked for a few seconds, and then lifted the finger to my mouth, savoring my juice and wishing it was Laura's. Tickling my tongue with my finger, I sensed an orgasm with my touch—a touch. She looked down, following the path of her panty removal with her eyes. "Michelle," Nathan said, gently. "Look at me while you're doing that." "Okay," she said, looking at him and fixing her eyes on his. He was enjoying this moment. She was his to do whatever he wanted with. Upon dropping her underwear to the floor, Michelle stepped aside, standing with only her long, curly golden blond hair to cover her bosom and her arms by her sides. Nathan approached her at this moment, now taking the.