Through her bronzed skin grew microscopic blonde hairs that most people wouldn’t even notice, but when you study something like I had studied her, y...u see everything. Skin has hair and women have hair all over their body; imperceptible perhaps, but there, like the down on a peach.Below her navel... of course now I was in dreamland. She had a nice neat bottom, well-muscled thighs and calves and pretty, regular toes - with black nail polish that spoke to me like the confiding of a secret agent.. She knew that she should graciously decline. What good would an hour in this man’s company do other than remind her of all the things she could no longer have? On the other hand, it might also feed her active imagination. Her nightly ritual of porn of masturbation was getting a bit stale. Maybe she could come up with some excuse to brush up against the guy, to work her sex-starved body up to a frenzy and add excitement to her otherwise perfunctory substitute for real sex. She nodded, ‘Sure. He receives no reply, but he does hear a door slam down the hall. Someone is in and it has to be Joyce. Trying to stop his heart from racing, the man almost runs through the house, his thick members slapping between his legs. He manages to remember to knock on the door before entering, but as it is not fully closed, his knocking opens it anyway. Joyce is standing there wide-eyed at the door, a towel clasped in her hands over her heaving breasts. Her cat ears are pressed flat over her head. She. Karen felt a rough smack on her naked arse and then two rough hands working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thighs. Karen was open now and completely at Darren’s mercy. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to take action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his belt buckle and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly.