She was not an idiot, but she was obsessed. Spreading her naked legs in front of a mirror, she saw not her tight labia and thighs, but the perfect sym...etry of a well made miter joint. Her breasts were things that were sometimes useful in holding a plank to work on, sometimes obstructions to her vision. Her fingers were micrometers to measure smoothness, and compare it to her cheeks. Her hair was a way to imagine carvings. And she thought of sex as a well fitting mortise and tenon, not as an. "But youdon't look any different to me." You don't look any different either." Larry sounded slightlyrelieved. "Maybe they're just trying to scare us." I think they're doing damn good job of that, Phil." Why'd they take our clothes?" asked Larry, self-conscious about hisnakedness."Isn't it obvious? Clothes aren't necessary here. Whatever liveshere doesn't wear clothes." We're going to become some kind of animal," whined Larry fearfully."Aren't we?" I doubt it," replied Phil. "Dr. Sinclair isn't. They passed her anus (loud moan from Rosa) and then past, but not touching, her vagina pushing into the muscles at the base of her buttocks. I repeated this a number of times, stopping only to squirt some more oil directly onto her anus and watching it run down to her vagina. I continued this action noticing that she was starting to lift her buttocks off the table with each stroke. Once or twice I allowed my finger to brush her anus and her labia , moving down to the inside of her thighs and. I looked again an see a few wet spots and then turned to him and said hurry up and get parked somewhere before I empty this load . we pulled into another area outside of town and straight away I opened my jeans and pulled them down a bit to release my hard cock then stuck mel,s panties back to my nose and inhaled . I was loving it and my precum was leaking from which I could hear paul saying that looks tasty to which I said you have a hand and a mouth take your pick what your going to use to.