On every downward push of her hips she could feel the wiriness of his pubic hair against her smooth, hairless mound.Every other thrust saw him almost ...eaving her cunt, just the swollen cock head in between her lips and then he would force himself upwards bringing a squeal of pleasure from her mouth."You're making me wet darling" she gasped. "My cunt's soaking" Oh God mum, say that again"She giggled and began to rotate her hips"I said my cunt's wet, it's fucking soaking" I'm gonna cum mum" Yes. I even giggled nervously and asked him if he wanted to seeme naked. He said, 'I wouldn't turn down an offer like that...story orno story.' Nice thing to say. The guy definitely had a way with words,and I understood why he was such a success with women. I mean, Mike hada reputation. He'd been married twenty years, but everyone in town knewhis reputation."I think in the back of my mind, the idea of photographs - which, ofcourse, are forever - made me just the slightest bit uneasy, but mylibido. Turns out the first measurement had been wrong. So shebrought other bras for me to try on. None fit. She measured me againand you know what? The first measurement was again the correct one andthe second wrong. This continued for two hours and by that time she hadasked a co-worker of hers for help. Mavis all the while played innocentand understanding. You know. To shift attention away from her. Thenthey got the manager and she knew Mavis. Turns out that this littleprank of hers was well known to. She takes the back of her middle finger and nestles it in the crotch of Julie’s panties between her swollen labia. “You’re already wet...”Julie’s head nods, still slightly cocked to one side. She moans softly as Linda inches her crooked finger up, pressing the knuckle into Julie’s clit.“This cunt, your cunt,” Linda suddenly seethes “Tonight, Julie, this cunt is mine, do you understand?” Without waiting for acquiescence, Linda yanks the material sharply to one side.Fuck. That Linda I know so.