He snaked his right arm around her until it was resting on her groin, just millimetres above the top of her pubic hair. He started to rub his hand slo...ly in a small circle. “Very nice, very nice. One day, do you know what we’ll do? We’ll trim this a little, make it nice and short, and tidy.” And with that he was rubbing his hands in the soft down of her pubic hair, allowing his fingers to become entangled in the tight black curls but never allowing himself to come into contact with her sex. She. Marc was happy that his fantasy memories of LeRoy's spectacular asswere not even as good as the reality. Hours of running, weighttraining, football drills. Perfect deep dark rich brown ass. Even inthe dark bathroom with bad lighting, the round mounds reflected thelights brilliantly. He used one hand to pry them apart as he continuedto shove the plastic plug up. After a couple of tries he found LeRoy'sasshole."Stop clenching, it'll hurt more. Ready?"LeRoy, leaning up against the stall door, legs. Fortunately, after one of his deliveries a few months on, he announced that he would not be seeing me again as he had been redeployed to a new delivery route. Naturally, tears did not flow, but I did thank and wish him well, delighted to be rid of the irksome creature.Two weeks later, Gus, my new delivery guy arrived at the gallery. The contrast between the two delivery men could not have been more pronounced. Gone was the surly Paul, thankfully replaced by an exuberant Gus. From the minute I. " She began to rub herself again, her eyes not leaving my dick. It was as if she were speaking to it rather than to me, an amusing thought."I think you're sexy too," I told her without thinking. A low groan escaped her lips as I said the words, and I knew it was causing her pleasure to hear them, so I decided to continue. "You've got such a pretty face, and a gorgeous body." Another groan. "If I weren't your father, I would have my hands all over you." Another groan, this one a little louder..