Even that is barely there. And she wears her pants so tightly that they enter her ass. And when she turns around, you can see her pussy lips. That ...ittle piece of fabric on top of it, and the pants over the panties do nothing to alter the shape of her thick lips. Now I've seen camel toe before, but this chick is special. She parades around and at first glance, appears to be checking herself out in the mirror, but I catch her checking to see if anyone is checking her out. She tugs on her. ”More static. Dey frowned and figured, after a minute, she was never getting an over.“You’re flying a fucking Nazi flag!” Dey growled into the radio. “What is your deal? Over.”The static came again. Dey revised her opinions on the ship’s radio etiquette from ‘annoying’ to ‘kill it with fire.’ When the static cleared again, the woman responded with what sounded like a prepared speech. “This is the free ship Peace and Love, sailing the sea of seas to unlearn the ways of violence and consumerism. "You want to work something up, or me?" Why not do it together. Two can feed off of each other better than one."Thus was formed Lunch Room Enterprises, a production company that was just the two of us. Oh, eventually we had a lawyer draw up the actual document, but we started with that one idea. In time we added others, someone to do research, someone to do the actual scriptwriting, but they were minority partners. Tyra and I came up with the ideas, pitched them to management, and reaped the. He grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over. Then before she knew what was happening, he plunged his cock into her pussy. Her pussy was still so wet that it met no resistance as it bottomed out inside her womb. Once again, he began to pump in and out before unleashing a torrent of cum inside of her. The whole action brought her to another climax, a climax that brought her juices squirting out around his cock to drench both of them and left a puddle on the couch.Because it was a weeknight.