She lifted the front of her dress to show me her pussy and said let's go.On the ride to the mall she had her dressed pulled up so the stocking tops sh...own. After parking I went to her door to help her get out of the car. She spread her legs wide as she got out, then as she stood she asked if I saw her pussy? I said yes. She patted my croitch and said good. We hit every shoe store in the mall. She must have showed her pussy to over twenty salesmen. We stopped into Victoria's Secret, she tried on. Actually 'text' is misleading as the book wasn't a book in the normal sense of the word. The book was a stone dowel about two inches thick and a foot long with a spinner that slid along it's length. Reading the book was simple you simply slid the spinner along the dowel. Instead of words you received mental images, concepts, patterns of energy and feeling. You learned by virtual doing. It's pretty neat and it's fast. You can learn say a month's worth of Geometry in about 20 minutes. You still. She reached behind her and grabbed my hair, held my face in her ass and ordered “Do that again.” I was only too happy to oblige. A little slower this time, starting at the top of her thigh and across her taint, I licked the warm skin. Mia grabbed her ass and spread it slightly, letting my tongue slide across her tight, tiny butthole. I flicked my tongue on her back hole while sliding a finger into her moist pussy. “Mmmm…yeah…nice…” Mia murmured as her hips ground onto my face and finger. . I hadn’t realized that I’d been holding my breath for quite so long. I felt dizzy and shaken.My memory of those first few minutes isn’t very clear. I went straight into denial. Here’s roughly what I recall thinking:Wow. I NEVER expected this. No way. Mel, a top adult star?Really? She has the looks and the slim trim body, for sure – hell, Southern California is bursting with beach bunnies who could get auditions to make porn; she isn’t THAT much out of the SoCal stereotype, but I hadn’t detected.