Her waist curved in from her torso and flared out subtly at her hips. And between her legs, oh my fucking God, there it was. Her vagina. Her pussy. I ...could see the top of her pink slit, the carefully trimmed patch of coppery-colored pubic hair above it.She was staring straight at me, having probably been looking at herself in the mirror that hung on the back of the door when I burst in.Remember when I mentioned before that I'm not good in social situations? It's how I'm wired, I guess. Because. She was sitting pretty comfortably with the house paid for, netting over 60 grand from the sales commission of my artwork, but I fully believed that she deserved it, after all I had made half a mil + and most of that was due to her sales work, she seemed to have a way with the male customers chuckle I knew what it was, but we didn’t talk about it. I shipped the last two pieces of sculpture by truck on Monday, boarded my flight on Thursday night. Arisol was to pick me up at Sea-Tac Friday. She felt the hard proof of his desire against her derrière and shaken by the feelings he was causing in her shakily suggested that perhaps she should return to her seat. ‘As much as I want to refuse your suggestion, I think perhaps that would be prudent.’ Rayne wouldn’t admit just how much those kisses had affected him. It bothered him that she could make him feel more with mere kisses than any other woman had ever made him feel with their entire bodies. But it was more than just lust, it was a. If Jason came in my pussy he loved to watch me bring out my toys and masturbate to orgasm while he watched. It wasn't long before he took over control of my toys and used them on me. Either way he was hard and ready to fuck again after my orgasm. With Jason and me sexually satisfied for a bit, a long, hot shower together usually followed. For some reason Jason never tired watching me douche my vagina free of cum and soon he was doing that for me, also. Pressing my lips closed around the wand to.