He had even allowed her to grow back enough hair on her head to display the awesome beauty of her natural blond shade. She thought it strange that the...man wanted a nice bush on her female parts but was adamantly opposed to even a single strand of hair around the puckered hole buried in her sweetly scented crack.Since her capture, she had been amply initiated to the sexual culture of the enemy and she had adapted to the unusual practices with an overwhelming desire to survive. One of the other. " Ken frowned. "Damn, I better go find him. See ya later. Thanks, John."Ken left and I contemplated the tuna casserole in front of me. I heard someone lay a tray gently on the table and looked up. Amy Sue sat down in front of me."Is it okay if I sit with you, John?" Absolutely."Amy nodded and looked down at her lunch. She didn't say anything for a while. I looked around the cafeteria and noticed a bunch of stares and whispering.When I looked back at Amy Sue, she was looking at me. "You heard. Pushing the tip into her I felt the lips and their soft hairs part and greedily accept my hardness. She arched her back and pushed-back helping me bury it's full length deep into her warm vagina. It didn't take long. With hard thrusts that pushed her up onto her tippy-toes I ejaculated letting it's hot gushes fly wetly and deep into her inner womanhood and heard her sigh as she too felt its wetness and little swimmers journey for the first time towards her awaiting womb.Shortly, my cock began. "You know where to find me."Mary smiled at the mention of the dress. "I'd really like to see thatdress tonight, Jordie."He smirked and shook his head. "It'll be done tomorrow. Then you cansee it." It's really pretty," Robbie confirmed. "You're going to love it, mom.It's the first 'Original Jordie' design."It was about an hour and a half later that Jordan leaned into theupstairs den a said, "Franny? Can I talk to you for a few minutes?" Sure, Jordie. Come sit," Frances replied, tapping the space.