And then the show begins. She gently dries herself with a very soft-looking towel and starts applying body oil. This is a torture to watch. I always j...rk-off while she does it, her hands slowly rubbing a tiny amount of liquid into her breasts, toned tummy, and butt. I want to lick every inch of her. Her skin is glowing after that. I think she doesn’t shave her pussy. My telescope isn’t that powerful to see ( I wish), but I like to think she has soft hair just trimmed to a certain. Others are different, my ex wife would often found herself either being coerced or even forced into doing things that she might not have done willingly but I know as a fact she looked back on these occasions with a buzz in her head and a tingle in her groin. The following story is not about her just for a change, although she was my then girlfriend at the time. It all really did happen and I have set it down the best my memory can recallI was still at college and had to work in a pub to. There was a short screech and then the flapping of many wings in the opposite direction.“Someone got their dinner before I did,” Harlan groused with mock envy.“Be that as it may, the cat did us the favor of clearing nasties out the bush for us,” the captain said. “Nonetheless, when we dismount you will scour the immediate area for unfriendly creatures. There will be no fire and no hunting; we will eat travel rations tonight. We will have two on watch through the night as well.”Captain Tyver. )“Kittykat? Why Kittykat? Do I look like a Kittykat to you?”“What’s a Kittykat supposed to look like?” I’d challenged. “Anyway, you’re Kittykat now, so you might as well get used to it.”And then there was a time when we’d both got very busy with work and other things, and our conversations had slackened off. When I had a little time free, she had none; when she was free, I wasn’t. Months passed, and dragged on for almost a year.One evening I found myself sitting in front of my computer, going.