There were a bunch of cars stopped in the street outside it. "Oh hell," I said to myself. Then to Julie I said, "Better step on it, Babe, there's some...hing happening down there."She didn't answer, but drove us to as close as we could get. We parked at the curb and got out. We had to walk the half block left to get to my place. There were big vans with TV logos on them, men and one woman with cameras pointed toward the entrance, and a bunch of perfect hair dos on imperfect people yelling. "What's wrong, miss? You certainly won't let you go dressed like THAT. Do you want the little girls to see your vagina, plain as day?" That's the problem," Patricia replied. "I don't HAVE a vagina." But you're a woman. Oh, dear. I'm gonna have to call my grandmother onthis one." Anya left the room, and returned with her kindly old master. "Grandmother," she asked her, "would you mind showing me the video-tape?"The old woman replied, "Sure, Anya dear. Oh, no. I fear this is a newexperience I've. But David, there was one time in particular. I really want you to be honest if you remember this.”“OK, I promise I will, Mom.”“One night I woke up in the middle of the night. And my night shirt was hiked up way above my waist. And you were tight up behind me. And you were rubbing ... right in the center of my butt.”“Seriously, Mom?”“And it felt different than the other times. I reached my hand back to make sure I was feeling what I thought I was. And your erection was sticking out of the front. Think of my taking your panties in-between my teeth. I’m only going to use my mouth. I hope you can feel my soft beard and then my lips on your tummy and slit as I pull them down the rest of the way." DJ Bev felt a shudder as she pulled her panties further down. As they fell to the floor she licked her fingers then pressed her palm against her shaved pubic region. She cupped her sex to simulate his lips passing down her slit. "How wet?" he asked of her again. Squatting slightly Bev pressed.