I could hear the conversation but nothing was registering until I heard Paul say come on show me that shaved pussy, you saw pictures of mine. I told ...you I dont have a shaved pussy Carol said with a laugh. And anyway I dont think my husband would like that. Hes out to the world, look at him, come-on just a peek of your hairy pussy then. I opened my eyes slightly and Carol was looking over at me. Dear are you ok she asked. I didnt say anything. I was in a daze. She got up and walked over to me,. Cum baby.”His thrusts were invigorated and finally he pressed hard against her ass, cock throbbing and spewing seed up into her. His hand fell from her breasts and he pulled out slowly. She winced and then rolled onto her back.“I should… I should get back…” he muttered absently. The girl waved a hand.“By all means.”He left and she laid there, watching the stars, fondling the breast he had held. Then, after a few minutes, she laughed, that same hand traveling to her vagina. She caressed it and. “It’s too late. It already happened.” The towhead let out another helpless sigh. “No, it doesn’t hurt or anything like that. Not any more.” When Christen made no comment, waiting for more, she elaborated.“It did at first. Right after. It was so big.”“What was?”“His cock.”“So you had sex. That’s a good thing, right?”Helen shook her head. “Not when it’s a dog.”Christen sat dumfounded. Helen gave another sigh, this one of relief. Finally she had told someone. The truth was out there. She could. Being young and beautiful was a disadvantage in the old boys’ clubs, from the time she’d entered Johns Hopkins, she found she had to be faster, smarter, and more adaptable than most of her counterparts. Some old ways die hard. So, she’d taken her time considering the ramifications before accepting the project, and the long-term contract, at all. There was enough feminist in her, built largely on the bitterness she felt every time a professor or interviewer stared at her legs longer than he.