She wasn't moving and she softly asked me if I liked her special pussy tonight and told me she did it just for me. Then Traci laughed saying maybe she...did it for her little bitty self too because she really liked getting it like that.When I pulled out and pulled up my boxers and grabbing my half hard cock to put away it was covered in her sticky juice and my pelvis was as much a mess as her pussy. I chuckled and thought she must have really liked getting fucked like that because she creamed all. “Why did you do that?” she asked“You’re a beautiful girl, I’m a guy. It’s what guys do. Sorry, I won’t do it again.”“I’m not ready for anything like that, with you or anyone else.”“Ok, ‘nuff said. I think you’d better sit up so I’m not tempted anymore. You look just too good laying there.” She got up and resumed her place on the pillow. I put my arm around her and we finished the movie.As the ground lights came on, I started my car and got in line to leave.“You’re mad, aren’t you?”“No, I’m not. I enjoyed a delicious thrill as I regarded the bright red rectangular mark it left on her ass. Even more satisfying was the discernible imprint of the letters ‘IN’ on one cheek, left by the embossed letters of the book’s cover.“Do you want me to fuck you?”“Yes,” she replied.“Yes what?”“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”“Say please.”There was a brief silence.“Please. Please fuck me,” she murmured softly, head lowering, her voice timbered with trembling need.I loved it. My cock ached painfully. I no. As she looked over the body that looked like her, she even saw the birthmark on her right front hip. The birthmark was shaped like a horse’s head Charlie used to tell her and was about the size of a quarter. Not many people knew she had one let alone what it looked like. Maybe a couple of her doctors, her parents, and Charlie. It was very strange to see it.She searched for the strip joint. It was there and two towns over. There was even a stripper who worked there named Beau Jobe. No pictures.