“It was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” she confessed, “and I want more.”~~~She arrived home just as I was leaving for work.“Did you have a ...ood time?” I asked her.“That doesn’t even begin to describe it,” she answered, “I’ll tell you all about it this evening.”That evening Carla described her session with Bobby in detail. It turned me on to hear it, the more she talked the harder my cock got.“I’d love to watch you two,” I told her.“Yes, that’s the plan going forward,” she replied, “Bobby wants. She seemd hesitant to look below my waist, so I moved my hands down over my chest and down to my pussy as if to non-verbally encourage her eyes to follow my hands down. She shyly looked at my pussy."Rosalita, I want to see your pussy." She blushed when I said that. "Don't be shy, show it to me!" I pushed."I'm...I have a confession, Miranda. I'm not a real blond. My pussy hair is brown, and I haven't trimmed it as nicely as I should have for something like this." It's o.k., honey!" I touched her. She didn't really know any of these guys so she never revealedwhere she lived or exactly where she worked anything like that. Actuallythis made it much easier to be herself since if it didn't work out theseguys didn't know where to find her. Since she had to wear a wig I toldher it would be easier to cut her hair so it would naturally fit under herwig. She agreed and I cut off almost all her hair. I gave her a buzz cutin which her hair was very short on top about a quarter inch long and. She sat down her empty glass and crawled on the sofa to me. We started kissing again and her hands went back to my dick that had softened some. As we were kissing one hand stayed on her chest as the other started roaming her body. Eventually it slipped into her pants. When I got them unbuttoned she lifted her butt and allowed me to push them and her panties down and off her. She broke our kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head making both of us nude. My hand when between her legs.