Instead, she would cross her legs over her tiny skirt and savor the moment in her mind. Eventually, as Michelle's bush started to poof out, Annie touc...ed her even less, simply running a finger down her pubic mound or stroking her inner thigh, but still causing her to shiver with pleasure and making her pussy soaking wet. Then she would tell her, "This is as close as I'm getting to that bush, you hairy bitch," and she would smack her hard on the ass, over and over again, before giving a. The hunter must be aware that he was close to his quarry because he was moving even slower now barely crawling in the soft dirt. It must have been his sixth sense that some people seem to have more than others and he was on his guard against a sudden appearance. She could see his outline now and when she discerned that he was peering back over his shoulder to make certain he didn't pass the girls in the dark, she lunged forward and planted her spear in the little triangle of white that she was. When we arrive at the restaurant I maneuver, surreptitiously, to sit next to you. The pizza’s slow to arrive but no one cares - we’re all on our second drink and the conversation’s kind of raucous. Everyone’s having a good time.You’re in earnest conversation with the girl on your left, while I’m listening to office gossip from the girl on my right. I’m nodding and smiling at the appropriate times but my mind is elsewhere. Under the table, out of sight, my hand settles gently on your knee. I’m. Good. Make them rock hard for me. Watch me play with my big dick. Rub your cousin's cock. Stroke it for me."All three of us had our hand full, rubbing the length. Brian and I were throbbing watching her fingers squeeze the rubber cock as the index and middle held onto the nearly finished Marlboro. She'd spread her lips wide open for us while spitting on her fake prick. We were both getting very turned on as she was becoming increasingly rougher with it, smacking it in between strokes."Mm, You.