And now he could see her in all her nudity, he felt a sudden frisson as he regarded her crotch. She hadn't even a little patch of pubic hair there. No... even the little stripe adorned by porn stars and strippers, like the ones at Manumission. And, unlike those children, equally bald in that region, whose crotches had disturbed him so much and made him evade his eyes partly from respect and partly from fear of his own desires, this was not the tidy smooth vulva of a London statue. The lips of the. My own dick was fully rigid now. It throbbed and pulsed and I felt it beginning to moisten with precum.As I slowly withdrew my tongue from her, she shook and moaned loudly. "Daddy" she whispered breathlessly."That was amazing!" she moaned. She lay there soaking up the thrill of her orgasm. After a minute or two I sat up and went to the nightstand. "Daddy, you aren't leaving are you?" she asked."No, ummm just setting an alarm for in the morning.". Of course this was a lie as I had already. Listening to his litany of lewdness, she felt deeply humiliated and that was the magic ingredient she so desperately needed to stir up her honey pot into a boiling puddle of pussy pudding ready to erupt at any moment. His obscene words hit her right in the gut and she loved the way his vulgarity made her feel deep down in her soul. Linda only had one thought at that time. It was that Matt the sexual powerhouse and magician of orgasmic delight needed a new partner and that there was none better. “Walking into the club we sat at the bar enjoying the music. Almost immediately Richie had taken my coat and I was sitting in this dress. We noticed some of the couples dancing were getting pretty naughty with each other. I mentioned to Richie that I really liked this place. Then he put his hand between my legs and played with my clit. I was getting wet.” Amy paused again looking around at her audience and noticed some men were fidgeting uncomfortably, their eyes devouring her exposed.