Her face had an undercurrent thattold of innocence. *Good for shifting blame,* she thought. Her framewas slender and a bit on the athletic side. Overa...l she guessed about 5feet 6 inches, b-cup, blue innocent eyes and strawberry blond hair.Satisfied that her body wasn't a bad one she wanted to head out butstopped. The towel rack caught her eyes. Usually, there was dark bluefor her father, dark red for her mother and a light blue for him. Mark.Not today. *When did my mother find time to find some. It was five years after I'd graduated and I was back in NewYork for my class reunion. That entailed several days of activityand I was wasting some time one of those days in my old haunt,Times Square. Again, I entered the Show World and was lookingthrough what they had to offer in new tapes. The girls upstairswere more aggressive than I'd remembered. One bleached blondefloozy on the second floor kept shouting for me to put down thetapes and come up for a real show. I ignored her, as she. She liked the way her words had sounded in her ears and rather than being embarrassed self conscious, she was actually tingling with expectation. Laurel was caught up by the images which Patti?s suggestion instantly brought to her mind. She knew she and Roger themselves could guide Patti toward her vision of powerful sexual expression. And she reflected fondly about the satisfaction she herself had found in the scenarios she and Roger had acted out almost each night. Laurel knew Patti had. “ she said in a sexy voice, holding on to my cock, “This looks absolutely fantastic!”She slipped my tool into her open mouth and then looked up at me to gauge my reaction.Oh - My - God!My pants were now around my ankles. I struggled to slip out of my shoes. She stopped and helped me out of my predicament and then stood up and absolved me of my shirt, planting light kisses on my chest and she gently fondled my man parts.She pressed herself up against me, throwing her arms around my neck and.