If she wouldn't be into that'grunge' sort of look, she'd probably be cute. What was it with girlswho try to distance themselves from their femininity..... it's such ashame. Her profile showed that she had some real decent potential... ifshe would only use a bit of makeup and maybe do something with herhair. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra and that added to hercharms, with the right clothing... she could be a real looker.I was holding one of her books when I realized that it was also for. I lurched over the top of her and spread Lacy’s knees apart, revealing her ruffled lips. Lacy had the biggest bear trap of a pussy that I have ever witnessed. Her bat cave was so big that it could have easily passed a cantaloupe without so much as leaving a stretch mark. Just as the tip of my spear was making an effortless plunge into Lacy’s snapper, my nostrils were hit with a waft of spoiled salmon. I had previously probed many fish fillets in my years of promiscuity before Lacy. On one hand, I knew that she really wanted me to fuck her—on the other hand, she considered it a big step, a commitment of sorts.I could have stepped in, but I really wanted to see which side won.“ ... nope,” she finally said. There’d been a risk of her waking up, but I wasn’t worried—I hadn’t started a hypothetical. Her memories were safe.“Why don’t you want me to fuck you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.“You don’t love me.”“Do you love me?”“No way.”I know it shouldn’t have—I was. "The audacity of that idiot," she said.I opened my arms, and she came to me."I told him that you'd paid him in full for changing his vote, and that was the end of it." He's so dense. I had to slap him," she said, snuggling to me, like she couldn't get close enough. I rubbed her back."I heard." You did?" she asked, pulling her head away to look at me.I nodded and rubbed her back. She tucked her cheek against mine."He put his hands on my ass," she whispered into my ear, like she was embarrassed.