.. So... little. See," I said as I removed my hand and revealed the short line that I had become used to as normal.Blake looked right at my pussy. My ...ittle stimulated bump was protruding nicely, but I was more concerned with what Blake thought about my short naturalness."Lorianne, what's wrong with your pussy? It looks normal to me. It's got me hard, see?" Blake said and removed his boxers.I looked straight at his erection and it was just as big as the rubber dildo I tried to fit inside. I’ll have to get a cab home.’ I’d certainly had enough wine to make me courageous. ‘Don’t go home.’ She looked at me for a moment before replying. ‘Alright then JJ. Where shall we go?’ ‘I have a hotel room nearby.’ I was feeling reckless now. ‘Let’s go before I change my mind. I feel like living dangerously tonight.’ I had a flash of guilt. ‘Maybe this isn’t a good idea. I don’t want to take advantage of you because you’ve had too much to drink.’ ‘Don’t worry, JJ. I’m not too drunk to know. It's junk out of place we look for.I always carry a few stake flags so I can mark locations. Later I'll get the principal investigator (the guy with the Ph.D.) to come look at what I've found and either tell me I'm a dumb shit or I done good.He has a tendency to say "Good" rather than "dumb shit" ever since the time I found a perfect obsidian Pelican Lake projectile point in his boot track. Another time, on the same dig, he said, "Hairy, we haven't found anything interesting in a while. Go find. “I love hearing you beg me. Are you begging for my cock, Viv?” he whispered in my ear.Patrick slammed his hips forward ramming his dick into my now slippery wet fuck hole as I continued to moan underneath him. My tight pussy sucked and slurped hungrily at his meat rod as he continued to pound harder and harder deep inside me. I rocked my hips upwards and lifted my legs higher off the floor so he could penetrate further deep within me. I could hear the sounds we were making as I felt his.