A spiteful branch stabbed my thigh and then probed viciously at the clip holding my personal stereo to the top of my tie-dyed hippy skirt. I watched i... horror as my most prized possession catapulted free and disappeared into the darkest depths of the undergrowth’s murky belly. My skirt swiftly followed. But ‘Sheela-Na-Gig’ played on, and fittingly so, all things considered. Then silence. The cord was severed. My stricken Walkman had ejaculated the lead from the sponge red headphones somehow. When she goes to wipe, Emma can’t help but notice how smooth her pussy is. This strikes her as odd too this morning. Usually she has the faintest hint of stubble and she has to throw the razor on it, but this morning it is so smooth it is like she waxed or hasn’t even hit puberty. It feels so good beneath her fingers that when she drops the toilet paper into the toilet her fingers go right back to her pussy.She rubs her fingers up and down through her slit. Something has taken over—a need to. I switched on the kettle and asked "So how do you like it"?As I turned i saw her face redden, i smiled but at the same time felt a slight stirring in the area of my groin.Nina raiseed a hand and wiped strands of long dark hair from her face where they had been stuck with tears.I couldnt help but stare at her. She was not stunningly beautiful, a little on the heavy side maybe, her nose slightly upturned. but she had that look of vulnerability and in need of comfort. "Strong, white and quite. As Pam removed her bulky winter coat, I could not help but notice her trim, shapely figure. She really was an attractive young woman. I offered to help with whatever I could in the kitchen. As it turns out that wasn’t much, though I was able to help Doug set the table. Pam had some beer in the fridge, which of course went well with the stew. As I waited in the kitchen with Pam for the dinner to cook, Doug brought in what seemingly must have been every toy he owned to show me. It was mostly toy.