She could be a model in Playboy. Her pussy was bare, there was no hair around it like with Mrs. O'Keefe. It was perfectly split in half, nice, rounded... it looked ripe like a peach.She stood there for me to see."Here I come, Russell," she said as she crawled up on the bed and lay down beside me."Touch me, Russell, touch me all over. Feel me everywhere. I want your hands all over me."Her skin was like silk, so soft, warm, I ran my hands all over her, over her breasts, so firm, but with a softness. I then started to lick her thighs and near her panty i was licking more.. She said” Please Armaan, Please..” I put my fingers inside her panty and it was really wet. I started to finger her pussy using my two fingers from her panty and she started to moan ” Ah, ah, please chod mujko, Ghusa de apna lund” (Fuck Me, Put your dick inside my pussy ). I removed her panty and saw her pink glittering pussy which was wet and was oozing her love juice.. I was desperate to lick her pussy.. It was a shaved. I just wanted a bbc & he just wanted a skinny pale white ts femboy.he suggested we make an agreement or a "list" of what we would do together. he says it will be soooo exciting if we stick to OUR "plan". "if I'm coming down... We Are Having Sex!!! or else I shouldn't waste his time.we agreed on a hott exciting plan.I would go out to dinner all pretty & dolled up. he would take me out and treat me like a lady. no drama. no hood shit.I will not kiss him or the lips or lick his asshole. he. I gave a little hunch with my hips to encourage him and let him know his touch was welcome.Keith slid his hand up to my pussy and kneaded it through my shorts. I let him feel me up, rolling my pelvis slowly in time with his stroking hand. It felt really good. I think I enjoyed it more than ever because I knew I wasn't going to stop him. There was none of the usual anguish, no conflict between desire and fear.When Keith started to unbutton my shorts, I put my arms around his neck and let him. I.