I made an identical landing strip to the one that my daughter had. I washed her pussy off and then I gave it a kiss.My daughter stripped and jumped up...on the counter saying, “Do me next, it has been a few days.”So I shaved my daughter’s already clean pussy lips. I did however get a few strays that someone had missed around her asshole. Then I rinsed her off and kissed her pussy lips like I had done to Raven.I was surprised when Dotty stripped and said, “Hey if you’re going to fuck it, you might. That pissed off the other members, but I didn't care. Magda was totally intriguing. We'd started talking more about our days offline, than we did about the game. Then came a major milestone in the relationship; we exchanged our real names (hers was Jenny Blake). She asked me for a picture of myself. I sent one from undergrad. It was old, but I thought I looked cool leaning against a wall wearing sunglasses. I wanted to impress her. She sent me back a pic of herself, a woman in glasses sitting. She was always in trouble—running up credit cards, all that good shit. Her parents eventually cut her off. I couldn’t believe this, since they’d always been bankrolling her up until now. It made up for the weird shit that she’d gone through as a kid, I thought.Monson’s mom had always wanted a girl, and she’d dressed Monson as a girl in frilly dresses and pink high heels until he left for college—and that was when the whole corporal punishment fascination began he told me once, when we were. “So have I,” Shell said softly as she pushed the covers off her own naked body. She then sat up on the bed and patted the mattress next to herself. As Marce sat down next to her, Shell pulled her into a close, but not overly-tight embrace. “You’re free to walk out that door anytime you want to,” she breathed into Marce’s ear. Then she moved her head downward and suckled lightly on Marce’s right nipple.“Why would I want to?” Marce replied as she leaned forward and kissed the edge of Shell’s.