I had never seen a hairless pussy before, not even a picture of one. It was absolutely beautiful, puffy, pure and with delicious thigh flesh on either...side of it.I didn't know why she had let me see her naked like that. I was very confused. I had seen her naked a couple of times in the past, accidentally, when she was younger, but she had never overtly exhibited herself to me as she had just done. It was almost as if she had intended it. I was extremely aroused, so I lay on my bed, pulled out. Bad Dolly's is decorated for the celebration, with hearts and cherubs and all that crap.Now, I don't want to come off as unromantic or cynical. But all these husbands and boyfriends bringing candy or flowers or mushy cards to their loved ones aren't hoping to get a little peck and a smile.They're hoping to get laid.I'm not cynical.I'm realistic.Saint Valentine is the patron saint of fucking.You can sure tell that from the crowd at Dolly's. Babes in every state of sexy, from the well dressed,. Her Name X… Once I was studying for exam in the terrace I use to peep aunty’s boobs and navel while washing the cloths. This was going on for few days. Wen use to c her parts, she always cover with dress. sorry let me describe the assets size…… she has a perfect st 32 30 36…who ever see her, first things comes to the mind, to fuck here.One day she caught me red hand while seeing her assets and she warned me and she moved off.I always masturbated things of assets. After she warned me I didn’t. "Are all American's so rude?" she asked me.Her voice and accent were like doves cooing in the dark, soft, gentle and hypnotic. I bent down, put my hand on her shoulder and apologized obsessively. She looked at me and smiled as I helped her back to her feet."You should at least offer me a drink, no," she said playfully.I looked down to the pile that she had just left, my eyebrows nearly touching, "You sure you can handle another?" I asked her.She laughed, each edge of her tender lips spreading.