For a moment, just for this one endless moment, you feel more alive than you ever have before.One moment, and that is all that it takes.A shadow moves...in the darkened stand of trees to your left, a brief gleam of light reflected in that moment in hooded eyes. I am watching you, waiting, waiting patiently but with a sure-growing urgency, waiting for this moment, this very second, when your guard is dropped. I have waited a long, long time for this moment; i have waited far too long. I crouch. During my soothing massage and orgasm I had barely felt the cramps in my belly, but once the endorphins started to wear off they came back with a vengeance. “Oh! Ow!” I cried out as a large one hit. “Just let it out now my dear,” Marisa whispered in my ear as she rubbed my belly. “Ahhh,” Hannah sighed and I watched transfixed as fluid streamed out of her backside into the floor. I looked back at Marisa for confirmation and she just nodded encouragingly. I again took a calming deep breath and. “I must have twenty years’ practice at this,” she said quietly, “yet I’ve never meant to show it to a man. All those men staring at me, demure and quiet, an inscrutable, simplistic Oriental woman, either a servant or a courtesan or a chaste sexless statue. Does it shock you? Seeing me like this, a real woman, offering her to your eyes, drinking you in, feeding your flames as you feed mine?”“Shock? No.”“Surprise at least?”“Yes, oh yes.”She nodded. “And you love it, don’t you, a real woman who. Of breasts. Of a belly. Of legs. Of an ass. Of shoulders and a neck. Of feet. The flesh of a body, and images of touch and of taste. The dark. Some enjoy sexual exploration more in the dark, afraid to show their flesh in broad daylight. Afraid of judgment , with ripples, wrinkles, scars, discolorations all visible. Some like the dark and the mystery of blind touch. Of finding and not finding. Hit and miss. Of feeling a hot moist breath of air land suddenly on a hot and wet and waiting pussy, as.