So, I spent the next day a bit horny, thinking about this black stud.I chose to wear a summer dress, something conservative.The excitement I felt abou... meeting him turned to nervousness…Late evening I hit the highway and soon I reached the motel. I almost turned around when I saw the place; cheap and filthy.But before I had a chance to even consider turning around, Seamus came into view just a couple yards away from my car.He waved at me and I parked just in front of his room.Seamus smiled and. "At that Becky disappeared and I unconsciously started to follow herinstructions and stare at myself in the mirror. All I could see was aboy with a girl's hairstyle and pink nails, pinned to a chair by a pinkhairstyling cape. How had I got myself into this position and how couldI get myself out of it? Did I even want to get myself out of it? Whileall of these thoughts were swirling through my head I had subconsciouslyraised my hands and was staring at my newly varnished nails. Just atthat I. She says, wait here.You sit on a red velvet chair, and wait as she wanders off through a door to your left.She is gone for a while and as you sit there the house is so quiet.Except, you listen hard, and yes, you can vaguely hear a sound...What is that?Its almost like, groaning.You listen more, and yes, it is, someone groaning like they are having sex...As you listen the groaning gets a bit faster and louder, although still very hard to hear. It must be far away in the house.And then the groaner. She smoothed her fingers over her plump pussy lips, feeling the light stubble where her Brazilian wax was starting to grow back in. She shook her head ruefully and made a mental note to listen to her inner voice when it told her that something was not a great idea. She couldn’t believe that Simon had giggled at her freshly waxed pussy! “Cheeky bugger,” she grinned, shaking her head. She remembered the first time she’d started to pay attention to her bush, that had been when she had been seeing.