When she turns, he sees the scarlet ribbon that ties her bra together at her breasts and notes the sheer fabric of her panties does nothing to obscure...the nest of blonde curls between her thighs.She smirks as his mouth drops open and his hand stills. "You like?"The shy girl-next-door quality she possesses - the thing first attracted him to her - tells him she's slightly uncomfortable in the sexy lingerie. He reaches for her and she steps forward to take his hand.He pulls her down into his lap.. Throbbing pussy, her shaven lips spreading with wetness, glimmering as I look to her face while I pump her pussy in and out picking up speed with each movement.Her pussy tightens around my fingers like a clamp. I kiss her feverishly as she starts to quiver on my already wet lap and hand. She cums with force pushing against my fingers and arching her back.I laugh softly as I remove my fingers from her wet pink pussy. Bringing them up to my lips I push them into my mouth tasting her sweet cum,. " Tell me about him." I had my reasons for pursuing the man. I wasn't much older than you. I had been modeling for I think five years. It got me out of a crappy home where my white mom was bitter and my half black dad was scarce. Unlike the stories you here from those who grew up poor; I knew how poor I was and wanted no part of it. I had an aunt here in New York who became my adult supervisor while I modeled. My mom's side of the family. She had a thing for young lesbians. Not incest, but. Any intimacy between the two of us now a thing of the past.Now, life wasn't so good now.Both of our girls had horses, and through them, I met Susan.She was in her final stage of pregnancy, her belly rounded, and her breasts full. I was smitten; I adored pregnant women. Full of new life and proud of it.We engaged in the usual small talk about horses, all the time my eyes drinking in the wonderful sights of her body, and I must admit I was turned on. As her time came closer, I saw less of her,.