Juanita. Yeah, I named it Juanita because Richard was screaming "I wanta eata" at the sight of that lush mound barely contained within that tight dres...s."My husband was a computer nerd and spent a lot of time prowling the Internet. When he left me, he destroyed all of my pictures of him. It was only recently that I found these old photographs of him on a web site."Rising out of my seat to walk around the desk to accept the disk from her, I discovered that Richard was causing my trousers to look. The one in the chair was a woman. Cassie couldn't see much of the one between her legs, but as they had long, dark hair, Cassie assumed that she was female.The kneeling one's head was buried between the legs of her seated companion, whose hands held her head as kneeler gently bobbed and suckled.The seated one was being eaten out.She had the same expression on her face of slack-jawed, dumb, contentment as all of the others as she looked out at the view of the campus.There was no progression of. "Smelly from school and my hair sticking up." I grabbed a black rivetbelt and looped it through my pants and then through the magic offriction and having a bony pelvis, I had two free hands again. I steppedto my mirror and clawed at my hair but it didn't help. All I could dowas make it look shitty in a different way.I dug in my jewelry box until I found some white plastic barrettes andpinned my hair into submission. Thick and glossy and black, it nowlooked somewhat presentable. I pulled. She moved her hips faster and faster as her breathing grew heavier. Sensing her impending orgasm, I brought my fingers into her twat, massaging her bulging G-Spot. She squealed loudly, mashing herself into me as a hot, copious stream of fluid poured out her nether regions. Collapsing next to me, we kissed deeply. I continued to finger her, coaxing the lump of shit inside of her closer to her exit."It's coming, I can feel it," I said."This is gonna be weird!" she protested."It won't be, trust.