Nothing affirms me as much as my breasts, she mused,well... that and one other thing...Her vagina had taken some research to get it done exactly right... Noteveryone knew how to perfect a vagina, how to make the tucks and foldsjust so, how to get the dark pink flesh color just right... depth andflexibility are crucial, she thought. How many people like her had hadto settle for imperfection. Her man seemed to feel she was perfect. Hesurely seemed intent on checking and rechecking her. “It’s very important, though, that you not wash up first, since the thrill for me is tasting you after a long day.” “Do you like me to be…well, you know, like a mistress, or something,” she asked. “Yes, exactly!,” he replied. “I want to attend to your pleasure with my tongue, even be humiliated, without having to worry about my cock. In fact, you can control it, ordering me not to masturbate or telling me to as you wish. I need to be totally naked when I lick you out, though.” She agreed to the. Al moved his hand to her clitoris and rubbed it lightly, maddeningly, the dry friction doing its work. Amy jerked and bucked up at him, swallowing more and more of his turgid member into her soaked pussy well."You're so damned tight!" Al groaned as he sunk his cock into her teen-aged cunt. "You're tighter than a virgin!" But I'm no virgin, and I want to get farther from being one!" she gasped back and heaved her ass up at him again. She'd gotten all but the base of his prick into her cunt. He. My name is Kathy. I’m 5’7”, 52 years old, and pretty slender except for my belly stretched out by four pregnancies in my younger years. I inherited my black hair from my Native American grandmother. I wear it in a length down just below my shoulder blades, though my grandma (who I respect and honor) wore her hair down to her derriere. Long before she was ever born, grandma’s tribe had been forced off their ancestral plains homeland to Oklahoma, and then my grandma had to leave the Oklahoma.