” She pulls my suit aside and looks up, “Isn’t this a beautiful cunt, boys?” One of them licks his lips and says, “What if we show you girl... how a cunt’s supposed to be fucked?” She says, “Oh no, boys, this is my cunt. You’re not fucking it, but you can watch.” With that, she slides her fingers into my pussy. I groan and thrust myself at her hand. She coos, “That’s my good bitch. Show them how fucking good my pussy is for me.” I gyrate in ecstasy, her fingers hitting my g-spot just right. She. He found a small flat area, put the backpack down, spread the blanket, and lay down completely undressed to enjoy the sun and air. He fell asleep. The minutes flew by. He awoke and, in the silence of nature, began to whistle imitating the birds of passage.But, lo! A slight noise disturbed him. He stopped whistling. It looked like a hiss. Nothing. Was it a lizard? Hopefully not a snake. He picked up the tune singing vigorously. He was a general at the head of an army of sparrows.Again the hiss. As she looked at him curiously, heproduced a small mirror and placed it just so in hishand. Angel looked down and as the club lights drifted up anddown she saw her own open cunt – the dull blackfinishing of the tube in contrast with the steel of thed-rings and the pale white skin. It was too dark tosay, but nonetheless Angel felt a tingle up her spinebecause she thought she could make out the pulsing pinkflesh of her inner walls. It was like watching herselfin the movies they made of her. "Following a light breakfast, Ronni grabbed his bags and made for hisjeep. Properly sweeping the hem of the A Line skirt he was wearing,beneath him and sliding into the drivers seat butt first and adjustinghis heeled sandals to the gas and break pedals, Ronni checked his facein the rear view mirror and satisfied, started the jeep up. He turnedthe GPS on, it had been preprogrammed to the locations of the fiveconstruction sites he was to visit. Driving down the street, Ronni'sthoughts dwelled.