As she calmed down, as she came to grips with it, Christine realized she was okay with it. In a way, she was kind of glad for it. Lisa was always so f...cused on getting ahead, being the best, securing her future that she never seemed to have fun in the here and now. She never seemed to relax, or take time to be happy. If this made Lisa happy, then Christine was all for it.But she had limits, and once she realized she started to define them, she also realized Lisa was starting to push them. First. Whenever one of these assholes would pass me, they would literally envelope me as we crossed. Can’t a woman just walk around without being harassed? Aside from those disgusting attempts to catch my attention, the excitement of a new place coursed through my veins. Here I was, 26 years old and in the city of the angels ready to make my big break. Who would have ever thought a small town girl like me would have made it to LA. I just won my first big swimsuit contest back in Fort Lauderdale and my. I leant myself over and pulled my arse cheeks apart. The group could see my anus as well as my sex hole, dark yet inviting in its exposed, wet state. It was clean, pink and fleshy in appearance as well as clean of hair up in between (I like to shave there so it would be neat).“Nice”, complemented another male.I straightened up and turned back to face the group. “Play with yourself”, a female voice now.I put a hand to my pussy and felt for my clit. I was wet and I was quickly feeling the. We even shared a little laugh. I bit my lip for him now, and feigned a little nervousness. The white panties made me do it! I loved them for it! And if he really did spunk now, before I get my fill, I'd only have myself to blame. I straddled his lap now, my legs wide open. I looked down at the growing wet spot on my knickers and said in my best fuck me voice, "Have a look at how wet you're making me!" The truth of the matter was that I was making me wet. I was turning us both on. But he was my.