They looked incredible. She grinned and moaned when she saw him in the doorway.Then she shoved down her shorts and panties, fully revealing the short ...urls on her mound. When she crooked her finger to beckon him, he was like a puppet on a string.“Here, feel,” she said, taking hold of his wrist and guiding it to her thigh. “I didn’t shave my legs today.” She tugged his wrist higher, to her mound, “And I haven’t shaved my pussy in almost two months.”He couldn’t resist running his fingers through. I was still trying to fantasize about anything else, and convince myself it was the wine that made me horny. But it was no use… all I could think about was Paul. Suddenly I felt like I needed to talk to him. I wasn’t really sure what I was going to say, but I just thought that we needed to address what had happened earlier, and how we both might be feeling about it. Plus I felt like I needed to tell him my knee was fine. So I took another big sip of wine, got out of bed and walked quietly down. I pick a rose from one of the bushes. Its half in bloom. “Is this maybe enough proof that I don’t want sex from you?” he asks. I smile at the rose and turn to him. “No” I answer. I walk over to him slowly pulling the petals of the flower out. I sit down next to him; his eyes watch me the entire time. I lean over placing the flower in the water. I sit there watching it as it floats along the surface. “Then what will?” he asks me. My eyes snap up at me. His eyes stare down at me with question but. It was pretty clear pretty quickly who was embarrassed about losing clothing essentials and who was not. Phil picked Anna Jackson, and she promptly doffed her blouse, revealing that she was one of the girls without a bra. I tried not to obviously stare, but Anna was the first black girl I'd seen anywhere close to nude; she had really nice breasts, peach shaped, with nipples that were much blacker than the rest of her skin, small and tight. Now that I could see them, they looked erect, too.No.