The way he looked at her was with his complete attention, as if he’d never see her again, as if she was a painting comparable to the Mona Lisa, as i... she was his best friend and biggest treasure. She’d always loved that look of complete attentiveness. It made her feel special. Important. As if her father knew exactly who she was and all she had to offer. She met his chillingly cool eyes and felt a small shudder run through her veins, something that had never happened with any of her boyfriends. Laurence was wearing a short wraparound skirt and tee-shirt leaving her tanned arms and legs with their lightly contoured muscles free for me to look at. I dropped back a couple of metres to see her better and she stopped and turned round with a smile. "I will give you a little something to look at" she said, "This is just for you" and slipped off the white panties that I had been watching as she ran. She pushed the panties into the pocket of my shorts and ran on laughing.As her skirt lifted at. .. Mmmmmm....Anyway, I could talk about cocks all day but there's something else I love almost as much - pussy!I'd known about my insatiable craving for cock ever since I was a senior at high school but my desire for pussy was not awakened until my twenties...Before becoming a TV news anchor in Lebanon & Dubai, I earned my stripes in the USA as an intern & an "on the spot" reporter at a syndicated cable network. On my first day I was introduced to my team; my camerawoman who was a tall, leggy,. She made herself comfortable on the bean bag. I got her some juice and sat close to her in the same bean bag.I could feel her breath fastening. I could feel that she was nervous. I knew she wanted it. So I slowly rested my head on her shoulder while talking. She turned and looked at me. Our faces were so close. She leaned a bit forward. I couldn’t control it anymore. I put my hand on her cheeks, pulled her closer, and kissed her lips.She had the softest lips, with strawberry lip gloss on. We.