I finger fucked the shit out of her. She was thrusting her hips up to meet my fingers, crying out “more, more!” as I continued to finger fuck her....Soon I had three, then four fingers inside her. I felt her clamp over my fingers and she shook wildly, her orgasm so intense that she shook all over. The bed shook, and she yelled out, “fuck fuck fuck, shit, oh baby, fuck!”I pulled my fingers out as she orgasmed, watching the outline of her body shaking, her back arched up and away from the mattress.. I opened them to their widest. I pushed my back against the wall. I stared down at the scissors. This was the only way. The easiest way to live, to die, fix as much as I possibly could.It felt as if someone was pulling open a zipper down my scar. No pain, just a weird feeling. I watched the blood pour over both sides of my arm. From the top of the scar to the bottom, almost onto my wrist, I could see how thick my skin actually was. I could see how it was a separate entity from my. Her back arched violently and her abdominal muscles began contracting in a series of gut tightening convulsions. Then she felt the throb of Hanson’s prick as he unloaded several spurts of cum into her, joining Romeo’s inside her mixing into a multi-species semen cocktail. She found that thought to be a turn on.When Hanson rolled off her, he kissed her; a lingering loving kiss. They lay on the carpet in an intimate embrace not saying a word. Finally it was Hanson that broke the silence.“How in. And what flesh it was! Unlike the Penthouse pictorial, which had featured Shirley's stunningly blonde, "natural look" trimmed pubic hair, in these photographs her vaginal lips were entirely shaven. They were so closely shorn there was not so much as a suggestion that pubic hair had ever covered the terrain.It was breathtaking -- literally! Unconsciously, I had momentarily held my breath as I drank in those incredible photographs. The photographer might be a son of a bitch, as Shirley had.