We had to divide ourselves in teams of 5 act and give out a message. She was put in my team and after a brief intro to all I took the lead to make the...story owing to be an arts graduate I had an idea how to become close to her and also not to make anyone suspicious.We had made a story like a husband and wife going to hospital for abortion and doc advising us on it. Guess what I was the husband and she was my wife.From that day onwards she used to sit next to me we had good times and we used to. Her hair was exceptionally short. But what caughtJennie’s eye was the fact that Francesca shaved.EVERYTHING! Jennie had heard about women shaving their pussies, butshe had never seen the smooth depilated snatch of a grownwoman before! So much smooth flesh down there wascertainly different from the smooth flesh sported by thebaby girls she had babysat and diapered. She felt herinsides tighten a bit as she stared as the gleaming wetslit of Francesca’s furrow. Julie noticed the object. After all, the letter explained, it was his wife!Amy wrung her hands then picked up a Kleenex and wiped the tears from her eyes. She rose and walked down into what she had always thought of as 'their' bedroom but now she wasn't sure that was true or if it would ever be true again. Had David brought 'that' woman into their house? Into their bedroom? Had he actually made love to her in their bed? She didn't know and didn't want to know.She stripped out of her frumpy housecoat and walked into the. As she watched the men in the movie pound their teenage fucktoy furiously, sliding their cocks alternately in and out of her tiny asshole and tight, wet, pink gash, she plunged three of her fingers roughly into her slobbering cunt, slamming her fingers just as hard as the men on screen were slamming into their little whore. She bit down on her lip again, hard, as the intense pleasure coursed through her body, heightened by a sense of fear and determination, and the dirty scene playing out.