I don't know how to say it, either.. Onamona.. pea? What?" I was thoroughly frustrated, not to mention getting a bit aggravated that I wasn't hanging ...ut with my boyfriend yet. His text was making me wetter by the second and I couldn't wait to be with him. Mr. Hawthorne chuckled. "You really don't understand anything, do you?" "No." I replied. Short and simple. "It's the actual word of a sound. Say, 'woof' for example. The sound dogs make." "Yeah, I know what sound dogs make. I'm not that. In a few minutes Emily pushed the door fully open and came in. She looked at my fully hard cock and said, "Hmm, I didn't believe I'd see this again." She approached me and put one foot up onto the bench and slid her skirt up to her waist. I said "OH GOD, Emily, you don't know how I have been dreaming of seeing that beautiful pussy". And it is a very beautiful pussy. Completely shaved. Her clitoris was large and looking right at me. I couldn't believe my eyes. My hand was stroking faster and. After an afternoon in the bath, preparing my body, making my skin silky smooth and painting my nails a dark red. I pull on leopardskin stockings and clip them to my brown suspender belt with sheer lace dark orange knickers and bra on top. Step into a figure hugging one piece black dress that zips up the side and finish it off with ankle boots. I finish my look with a red head bob wig and dark red lips, then pack the rest of my things and head over and you greet me with a peck on the cheek and. Rebecca was just starting to blossom, but the rambunctious outdoor lifestyle that she and I shared had burned every ounce of baby fat off of her long ago. She was growing into a slender, lithe figure with red hair she let fall to her waist. I had once asked her why she let it grow so long, and her reply was, "You like long hair, silly." Monique was a combination of French and Vietnamese. It was an exotic combination, and what little extra fat she still carried when the first moved in was burned.