"So you have my cam how about I have yours now" she asked and so I clicked it on and I had moved it so she could see my chest. We chatted and I kept i...quiring who she was and how she knew me. But she never gave in and then out of the blue she asked "Would you like to see my wet pussy" "Yes I would but I would like to know who you are as well" Her cam moved down to one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen. Nicely trimmed and just nice all around. With in just a few minutes she was playing. "What are you doing?" Becky asked, sounding confused."Get a mirror, Trudy," Mr. Williams ordered.Trudy got the mirror and gave it to him. He held it so Becky could look back through her legs and see her pussy."Well, look at that," she said. "It seals my pussy."Becky was admiring her pussy, as we all were. It did look very slutty to see her pierced pussy, which was full of my cum, sealed with a golden comb."Okay, Becky. Let's go," Mr. Williams said, playfully swatting her ass which was raised in. And besides, I think you're getting better. Probably any day now you'll be as good as new. It's just nerves, baby, just nerves."Jerry Marlowe seemed to be gaping down over the paunch of his round belly in utter contempt, glaring at the treasured constituent of his anatomy that had betrayed him. "I hope you're right, Kate; boy, do I hope so... it's pretty awful sometimes, let me tell you." Undress me, lover, and don't talk about it," the tall statuesque redhead said huskily.Marlowe's thick. She carried herself with self-assurance, not with arrogance.I was attracted to her immediately. Not only because of her appearance, but because of her attitude. When she smiled, it was genuine, not a stretching of her lips. She introduced herself and actually listened when I showed her around. She was especially attentive when I explained the subtleties of African art. So many people, including other blacks, seem to feel its all animalistic and primitive. While a good deal is, there is so much.