She let her hands trail off, down her breasts, across her near-flat belly and towards her curly bush between her legs, the tangle of hair was somethin... she enjoyed, capturing the scents of her arousal and providing contrast to the smooth skin of her thighs and the dampness below. Letting her fingers wander, she softly probed the folds of her labia, quietly, breathing in more sharply, scent filling the room. She bit her lower lip as she slid a finger along the length of her swollen slit, back. “The Lord God Himself saw me ... me, and wanted me for his wife. Asked me for my hand in marriage. Proposed to me. Put a ring on my finger. Me, a fat, freckled, pale, middle-class Catholic girl with cousins in South Boston, Philly, and the Bronx! Do you know what that does to me, to know that You loved ... still love me, think me worthy of You? Forgive me for ever doubting or daring to scold or set terms with you or whatever ... it was wrong of me!” Des actually wept as I thrust in and out of. She was a genuine platinum blonde, and unsually forthose days she was very nearly shaved. I had a full set of pubes, quite a hairy pussy really. Her pussy lips were bare and just a miniature triangle of very cropped blonde hair above her wet and pouting (it was very - both) pussy lips. "WHY DO YOU THINK, I'd be willing ... to go down on your girlfriend?" Iasked, intrigued. He answered, again quite coolly "Well I know you went to a girls boarding school , and a catholic one toboot, so I figured. . the contract. Givea girl a break, please? Live up to the contract," said Bobbie as she leanedforward on the counter. Bobbie's breasts were large and her top a littlelow cut. The counter held Bobbie's breasts as she leaned forward. Shedidn't notice that she had almost lifted both breasts out of her blouse byleaning on the counter. The old man had a view of two G cup breasts almost fully exposed."Do I do good work or what?" said the old man as he admired the view of Bobbie's.