As my husband liked me hairy, I never shaved there. My vagina had a thick growth of curly, black hair. I was completely ashamed that I was allowing a ...otal stranger to touch my most intimate part and that too – with my own husband watching. The man thrust one finger into my vagina and started pushing his finger in and out in the total darkness. I began feeling uneasy, with his fingers massaging in and out of my vagina. The man glanced at my husband and motioned him to get up. He then bent down,. He just works for somebody. He's a rich man's goon, can't you tell?" He's like a gorilla." Teresa tilted her head. "But at least he didn't hurt me." She winced a little as she touched herself under the water. "Not much, anyway." What did he do to you?" Mary asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Teresa's lips.Teresa leaned a little closer. "He fucked me, but just with the head of his cock. It does have a head, you know. It's kind of shaped like a mushroom and it's spongy. Lana sucks harder. takes him deeper, swallowing his pulsing cock, and claims every inch of his steely shaft. Evan growls, hisses, and stammers in rapture as Lana takes him deep in her throat while slobbers spill over her thin wrist.Panting like a crazed animal, Evan's moans deepen as his eyes roll upward, his hand clutches her throat, grabs a fistful of her long, dark auburn hair. He groans, "Fuck Yesss," as his hips push forward and his full balls press to her red lips.Struggling to contain. It was a night that lacked humidity, and the air felt cool and refreshing in my lungs. The sweat on my palms dried in the light breeze, something I was more than thankful for. The store she led me into had a colorful and relaxed theme to it. The tables were lime green with pink, yellow, and orange overstuffed leather chairs surrounding them. We walked to the counter and ordered small strawberry drinks and went to choose seats. I chose a pink chair near the back of the store.