Brain and beauty and beauty and brain without disdain, for she was sweet and gentle with disarming genuine charm, even as she could so provoke as she ...id now as she rode the rear of the motorbike, with her lime-green thong flashing below, because her hem was blown sky high by the motorcycle’s speed, so as to bare her thighs and provoke the eyes with a glimpse of her smooth firm round rump, sat on the sweaty cool leather, as the kilt she had neglected to sit on the hem of, fluttered a flag to. She watched me do this in absolute disgust and she vomited on the floor. I shut off the lights and left her there in complete darkness.I went upstairs to clean myself up and thought to myself, if I'm going to successfuly brainwash her I'm going to have to completely break her. physicaly and mentaly. so I took a shower, ate dinner and went back downstairs. it was important to stay on her and keep the ordeal intense. I switched on the lights. "GET THE FUCK UP BITCH!" I yelled. she slowly got to. I'd made a few moves toward her pussy and she'd let me rub her on the outside of her panties but, so far, not inside. I figured it was just a matter of time before I'd get her panties off but it hadn't happened yet.I was sixteen, just taking driver's ed but still without a license, when I was hitchhiking to Beth's one Saturday morning and a car pulled over, I ran up and saw it was Beth's mom."Hi, Stan, are you on your way to our house?" Yes, ma'am." Well, I'm on just my way to the store, why. They were perky and tipped with large puffy and much paler nipples, but it was when she stripped right down that I got my biggest thrill. She was a strawberry blonde and her pubs were much lighter and scantier than my step mom's. I could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips and thought I had died and gone to heaven. Then she really made my night by playing with her pussy as she lay in the tub. The tub was right up against the wall to my bedroom and I could see right down into it. I watched.