So I carried her into my bathroom and placed her on a towel on the long vanity’s cold granite counter. Then I ran the warm water in the sink and got...out some shaving cream and a fresh razor.In case you’ve never shaved a woman, it’s a delicate process, calling for trust, patience and a steady hand. It’s a great trust-building exercise... caressing, smooth shave strokes, probing and testing, followed by washing, drying, and tonguing till that little clit quivers. Once done, I carried her into my. His jeans rode low on his narrow hips and his feet were bare. As Angela watched him, Jack ran his hand through his sleep-tousled hair. ‘Good morning. So everything that happened wasn’t a dream?’ Angela walked to the coffee maker, reaching above her head, she took out two mugs and poured the exotically bitter liquid. Looking over his shoulder at Angela, ‘Morning, and no, it wasn’t a dream.’ he noted both bruises were darker and a little more noticeable. ‘How do you feel? Are you willing to take. I could feel how wide my ass was spread, and then he pulled me on my side. He reentered me on my side, and with he reentry, my head bucked backwards and the heat in my ass returned. The filling feeling was amazing. As he fucked me like that, I thought about the night before, and was amazed at how different the two feelings were. I could feel the full length of him moving. Last night there was much less pressure. He reached around and grabbed my soft dick. Self conscious, I tried to move his. He slides a knee between her thighs, pressing his obvious erection against her. She uses all her strength to try to pull her attackers hands from her neck but he is too strong. A single tear runs down her cheek as the alley begins to spin. Im going to die! she thinks to herself as her eyes began to bulge and she vaguely feels him fumbling with one hand to try to undo her pants. Rebecca tries to scream but nothing escapes through his grip. She feels her attacker pull her body into his and then,.