Her pussy was cleanly shaved. I massaged a bit around her pussy and later on her insistence massaged her pussy too. She couldn’t control herself and...got hold of my cock.She got up and we had a long smooch for around 15 minutes. Friends that feeling was just awesome. I them started fondling her boobs and she removed my tracks and started playing with my cock.I was sucking her busty boobs, couldn’t just get over those boobs. She then took my cock in her mouth and she was good at it. I was about. ’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ As she spoke the words and Brandy felt as if they were boring more and more into her mind. As if they were burrowing more and more into her soul. As if every time she spoke the pure becoming more and more true more and more descriptive of who she was, and of what she wanted to be. ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot,. Later that evening as I wind down for bed and settle my smooth naked body between the sheets I reflect on what took place that day. It's then I realize that the entire process had been completely sexualized in my mind. I realize I had shaved and prepped my body and spirit for some kind of unknown sexual experience about to take place. I see now that even though I would be asleep I still was thinking of it as a sexual encounter, a passive sexual encounter with strangers. As these thoughts. More than once in the corner of my eye I had caught Mr Johnson looking me up and down when he thought that I wasn’t looking.Now I think that I should point out here that I had always had a thing about older men; a father figure so to speak, as lads my own age I often found out to be inexperienced in the ways of the world, and immature as well.On one particular Saturday when Mrs Johnson had left early to go to her own thing without her husband, and he and I were left alone in the house together,.