Then he peered and counted and measured, proclaiming her to have twenty-five hairs that were an inch long. In actuality, he had no idea how many there...were. He just liked petting her pussy.She reminded him every three months to put more of the hair growth stuff on her. He was happy to comply.On her thirteenth birthday she actually had a nice mat of short blond hair all over her mons. None of the hairs were an inch long, though. He lied and said he'd counted seventy-five. He noticed this time. But I do as told and walk over, handing Nick his pate. Taking it, he sits and eats, a satisfied grin on his face. Adam's unreadable for the time being and I can't help but wonder what the surprise is. As we finish, I take the plates and things over and wash them real quick before putting them away. As I finish and zip everything up, I feel a hand on my pussy and can't help but push against it. The hand slides in, fingering my wetness and runs over my G-spot. I tremble and can feel pressure. The rising tension mixed with my fatigue only served to fuel my confusion. I had stumbled ass-backwards into women throwing themselves at me before, albeit infrequently. But truth be told, I was wrong more often than I was right. She could just be overly helpful. Airline training was notoriously patronising towards people with disabilities after all. But the possibility… I stood up, hoping to force a reaction from her either way. All I noticed though, was her head tilting up to keep her gaze on. You fucking me up the bum where is tight, switching back and force. Strapping me down and teasing me till i can control myself any longerdoing doggy where you are so close to cumming grabbing my boobs with your hand round the front on my clityour about to explode so hard i put your cock in my mouth and you cum instantly in my mouth and all over my boobsmy nipples are soooo hard right now i want you teasing themok on monday, i answer the door to you in nothing but a black laces bra and.