Myfull, perky C-cup breasts are naturally grown through several years ofhormones, and I have a head of long, thick dark hair which reachesover halfway...down my back. My slim body and long legs make excellentuse of a wardrobe which includes lots of lacy lingerie, some deliciousminiskirts and minidresses (I rarely wear anything pants-like... anexception might be a pair of skimpy hot pink hot pants), and a hugecollection of costumes I've collected. I can make any man hard, andhave been known to. It wasn’t a violent orgasm, rather a tranquil one, reminiscent of ocean waves crashing against the rocks of a lonely shore. I felt a kiss on my cheek, and heard the whispered words- “This girl loves Mr. Marlowe.” In my dream, I whispered them back.LATER Her eyes came to rest on the box on the table. “This girl hopes it pleases Mr. Marlowe.” I walked over and picked it up. It was a plain cardboard box tied with a simple piece of string, very unlike the bright and plentiful packaging that. You're planning an immersion, after all, and women stop menstruating when submerged. You shuck the pants down over her skinny legs, then peel back the panties. There's almost no blood: it's a light day for her. In a way, you're glad she's having her period; it proves that your victim is a woman, not a little girl. Your heart quickens at the sight of her sweet puss. It's very small, quite hairless and undoubtedly tight--you can almost feel it around you, squeezing your cock with the. "I don't care if he's asleep or not, I want you." I hoped that would be enough clue for Woody to know it was okay to do some Peeping Tom. Tia walked over to where I was sitting and knelt in front of my chair. Her breasts escaped from the t-shirt. She leaned forward and pulled my shorts down and started giving me head. "Don't forget your pussy" I ordered.Her hand slid across her belly and slipped into her panties. From his viewpoint Woody could see her moving around under the material of her.