Over the winter I had let my bush grow out some. Now, I played my fingers through the soft, downy patch and tugged it lightly before touching the lips...of my pussy. I was slightly moist, pressing down on my lips gave me enough pressure on my clit to start the journey toward orgasm. I totally let my imagination go wild. I saw myself with Chris on some tropical island. Instead of my hand pressing against my vulva it was his. I slipped one finger inside myself, testing my wetness, and then plunged. ..”“Don’t be catty.”“Sorry. I’ve been reading and think I’ve another side to bite into.”“Tell me. But try not to mix too many metaphors.”“OK. Anyway, I was looking at Williams’ old book Television [1974]. He says [she read] ‘The photograph is in one sense a popular extension of the portrait’. But that’s only true in a very limited sense. I think people in general took far more photos of places – houses, trees, mountains – than of people. Think of post cards. People go to the shore or to a park. That’s right, baby girl, take it all in.” “Is this your first time?” Orion asked as he moved his other hand under as well, both clever fingers tweaking and manipulating her sensitive nubs. “For a cock, yes,” Megan breathed into the bed, unsure they’d heard her. Orion confirmed they had when he said, “just breathe through it, I remember the first few times can be a struggle.” Megan turned her face so she could see him and said, tartly, “I’m not struggling.” “So you could take more?”. But if you are going to offer the job to someone here, please do not say a word until you hear from us.” “Any more questions?” Evan asked. “When will we start the new company?” Ann asked. “I have already reserved office space about three miles from here in the new Brady Suites building,” he told them. “Oh, sweet,” Josh said with a big smile. “That place is beautiful.” “Yes it is,” Evan laughed. “I have a hold on space on the fourth floor that will fit our needs perfectly. Laura and I will be.