"Are you ready, Domi?" I simply nod... [his perspective]"But first, Domi, we need to talk about that bush you have between your legs, around your puss.... I do not find that attractive, Domi. I find it messy looking, unkempt. It is not nearly as attractive as the rest of you. I do not know if you deserve to have my big dick, as you have learned to call this, inside you with all of that hair to get in the way. Look at my dick, Domi. Feel it. Feel my balls. Clean. Hairless. Smooth." You look. This was an invitation I was not going to let go. I jumped up from the couch and within seconds was out of my clothes standing beside her, body to body. Water was flowing over our heads and down to our feet. She slowly started to slide her hand around me and we were lip locked. I could now feel her hands traveling all over my body rubbing me and slowly came and stopped on my balls. She started playing with them and pulling on my 7″ cock, which had reached its glory, and my hands were all over. However, judging by his sudden change in demeanour, he was seeing more than he had ever thought to see.I continued in my pretense of sleeping as the bus sped through the dark countryside, my raised leg wavering in unison with every bump in the road, finally coming to rest on the back of the seat in front, conveniently exposing the 'V' of my crotch and the pale skin overtones beneath the netted black lace panal, that covered my cunt.I felt the cool air from the conditioner blowing across my. Standing on the doorstep was a young woman, who for some reason seemed familiar. I was about to ask what she wanted when she said, "Hello Miss Malone, it's WPC Moore. I thought I'd come by and see how you're both doing. Are you feeling a little better?" Seeing her off-duty and out of uniform, I hadn't recognised her even though it was less than twelve hours ago that she'd been sitting here with us. I assured her that I was fine. I ushered her in, sat her down and offered her some coffee, she.