I start to squirt hard and scream out again, my entire body convulsing as the best orgasm of my life ripples through me. Laying back with my legs spre...d, my pussy lips gripping around my wrist before I pull out my fist. My loose pussy hole on display for my stream, I lean back to open and close my hole for chat. Them telling me I should be looser, that my cunt needs to be gaped wider. I look at my toys, I take my 8 inch dildo and slide it back in my loose cunt, sliding in so easily. I slip it. It was a child's butt, without any of the definition or swelling of the hips you saw in post pubescent teen aged girls. I started to lose my erection.I think Joyce realized what was happening even before I did, because she turned over and presented me with a view of her pussy. Unlike everything else I'd seen on Joyce so far, her pussy really looked fully developed, and like it belonged on an adult. She had a light brown, thick curly hair, that started right under her navel, and covered her. "Thanks, Lots," she said simply. "I..." She shook her head.Lottë said nothing just smiled and squeezed her hands.Daphne looked at her and then silently hurried back to her room.Robin looked questioningly at Lottë."I touched some raw nerves last night," she said quietly. "I think or at least I hope that I pointed her in the right direction but it must still be painful for her. Tell you later."Lottë told Robin of her conversation with Daphne as they walked across to Cannon Street. They stopped in. It was Darleen my part-time secretary and receptionist. Darleen wassupporting a five-year-old kid and a forty-year-old husband who drankmore than she made. She spent four hours a day, three days a weektyping, filing and answering my phone. She also spent five minutes aday, three days a week on her knees under my desk. It was a goodarrangement; she needed the cash and I needed the relief."You have a visitor; it's a Mrs Silvia Fellatrix," Darleen announced asshe opened the door."Pretty?" I.