The knickers consist of a triangle of material covering her mound but leaves her bottom completely exposed. Her rather profuse pubic hair could not be... contained and it lined the triangle. Peter’s eyes glistened as he surveyed the delectable sight in front of his camera. He took a couple of rolls and then asked me to pose with her. Watching her posing for another man had made me so randy that I jumped at the chance and moved behind her.My cock was as hard as a rock and I pressed it in between. It was a miniaturized version of Wal-Mart or Target and attempted to cater to practically any need. They had a clothing section near the entrance and the large bay windows. The store looked mostly empty and the cashier turned and watched us as we walked past her. I could feel heat climbing up my face. I didn’t know what I was embarrassed about, but I was. I could only hope to find new shorts and leave quickly.Jordan spotted what we were looking for. She snorted as she read the tag on one pair.. “Omigod, you bastard,” she mutters, “Total shit, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sounds like a good idea to me, so I slide her off the counter and let her collapse on her knees. I extricate the fucking tackle, not without difficulty, and let her have it, to shut her up as much as anything. She’s avid, and quite expert, diving on my standard-size cock and gobbling it down like a cormorant, but then laying back and using her tongue in an educated fashion, treating it more like an all-day sucker than chewing. "I slowly nodded my head and released the door. The cold night air greeted me as I walked down the stairs to the car. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ned's View She was going to be here in just over an hour from now, and I still hadn't decided what to wear; most of my clothes she had seen already, and it wasn't like I made the money that I could just go out and buy another outfit just for the night. Plus, there was the other problem. Every guy knew the problem: a raging hard-on every time I thought about how the.