And frankly I don’t have a problem with it.’ She was stunned to hear that but between wishful thinking and horniness she agreed to let me disrobe ...er. Fortunately, as was my custom, I had my lamp on and it provided enough light to see every inch of her without being too overpowering. The pussy that was revealed was a hairylover’s dream – dense black hair so long it completely shrouded the labia growing clear down and around her asshole. A wide traditional triangle, the sort reminiscent of early. You need to take me back home. This is wrong. You will be in trouble when I get a chance to call the police.”“Hold her guys. She looks hot as always. Let’s get her clothes off.” There was another slap. “Come on Larry. Hang on to her arms.”We had reached the bottom of the stairs. The older woman moved ahead. “Charles, what’s going on? Belinda does not sound willing.”“Mom! She’s just playing.” He saw Morris and me. “Who are those guys?”Belinda’s voice had a sound of relief. “Steve!”Charles came. I tried to make it last longer but she pulled away and stood up.She was wearing the white chiffon negligee she had modeled for me earlier in the week. Her big pendulous breasts were hidden by satin triangles, but I could see them sway back and forth, almost revealing nipples as they moved under the satin. Her round smooth belly was more apparent under the sheer, see-through material, and below that I could make out pubic hair under the satin triangle covering her crotch. From there it was just. Their names are legend: Yamato Tomoko, last living child of the last Emperor of Japan; Asha, the both greatest and youngest full warrior of the "Swahili Sisterhood" which worked tirelessly to keep the refugees in central Africa safe and out of the Ultrabeasts paths; and Isabella Francesca Maria Velasquez, once a young martial artist in Brazillia, at the time a barely legal age refugee in a mobile colony deep in the rainforest. The three women stopped the Ultrabeasts in their tracks, the beasts.