In my arms she melted, full of love, full of desire to be loved, just like anyone else. And more than anyone I’d ever met, before or since, she was ...ull, to the brim, with Joie de Virve.It didn’t matter what happened, generally. She just enjoyed it. Life’s rich pageant, as she called it, contained many things. She liked watching it all. Laughing with the good. Laughing at the bad. Attacking and destroying the bad if she had the fancy. Smirking as two nasty people destroyed each other.It was as. She then sat back, I thought to admire it, no she spat on my cock and worked her hand over it. With the same hand she wiped it roughly across my mouth to taste her spit covered, cock tasting palm. Lisa then straddled me again, this time pulling aside her pretty white panties to allow access to her fabulous shaved pussy. I held my thumb to my plump glans and pushed it into her sopping wet cunt. She tried on my cock for size, she wriggled and writhed on it, throwing her hair back. I ran my hands. "That's what I thought. Well, I'm going to be a good sister, bro." She said sexually. Instead of jerking my cock in her hand, she started to put her head downwards. Before I knew it, she was licking my cock like an Ice Cream cone. Not long after, she popped my cock head, and eventually tried to suck my cock down. "Damn, you were given a good gift. Most guys I suck are about 5-6 inches." Vanessa started to bob her head up and down. Suddenly my brain shut off reasonable mode and I grabbed my. She hesitantly let go and ranher hands down the sides of her body. Her once toned muscles were nowsoft and lithe. She wouldn't be able to haul cargo like she used to.Her waist tapered towards the middle but then flared out at her hips.When her hands reached her ass she found almost too much to grasp. Itplumped outwards and when she bent down it stuck out even more. AsSebastian touched her body she noticed there wasn't any body hair, noteven pubic hair.Her hands carefully inspected her vagina.