" He came closer and hooked fingers into the waistband of my panties. I waited, praying, and my excitement rose when he tugged my panties over my butt...cks and down my stocking-clad thighs until they bunched at my ankles. Behind me, another caveman groan erupted, boosting my ego. I desperately needed this encouragement. I was so nervous; I feared I might vomit and spoil everything."Spread your legs, my dear. I want to look at your juicy cunt." The vulgarity of his command sent another shiver. Owls scare off most birds that like butterflies, and fora butterfly that was a good thing.The ones that looked more like an owl didn't get eaten, and those thatdidn't get eaten fostered the next generation. Evolution, in this case,enhanced by selection, or better said that lack of selection from birds,and as this particular butterfly evolved so did that look.This one, because of its size, even more wondrous and intense in thosecolors. That intensity heightened as the sun glistened off that. I was quick to let her know how much I appreciated that, especially since her breasts were beautifully shaped, and just the right size. Not tiny, but just big enough to have that delicate, upturned appearance with no sag underneath. Her nipples were mouthwateringly beautiful, as well - about a quarter inch long, pink, and slenderly cylindrical, surrounded by small, pale pink areolae...Soon after Melissa started going topless, I went to Thailand to do some research. I offered to take her, but. "Thank you," she whispered. "I don't mean to be a bitch. I just have a lot on my mind right now." You're welcome," I said. "I had just as good a time as you did, remember?" Okay. I'm freezing." Then go back inside," I said, grinning."I have to go get Timothy," she said."Well go put on some shoes first, and maybe a coat," I suggested."Right," she said.Then I was watching her ass cheeks rising and falling as she ran back to the house.I wasn't used to thinking about a particular woman that much..