Once the information was put in it showed how the suit variations would look when dry and wet.I thought that was cool until I got to the one for teen ...girls. It took that same information, but then added in a close-up view of the front, back, Bikini Bridge and down between the legs from the side. I was trying a one-piece on a fictitious woman and didn’t see what the point was until I changed to a tiny yellow bikini bottom. It added in a pubic hair triangle and overlaid a colored area showing. Morgane nodded. She introduced herself and me,telling the woman of our intentions of finding adventure.But she said nothing of locating treasure, something whichall of the pirates before us were probably very keen ongetting—at any cost.. By the same token, I could almostsee Morgane’s eyes focussing on the jewelry the pirate womanwore. “I am called Jasmin the Corsair,” announced thewoman, “and these are my men.” She waved at the unsavorylot of characters. He told her, "Take me in your hand. Yeah, just like that. Gently. Squeeze gently." Her hand was silky soft and looked incredible holding his cock. She looked incredible. Beautiful. When she smiled up at him, obviously enjoying fondling him, it didn't matter about her hair or the braces or the glasses or the pear-shaped body. She really was a very attractive young woman. With some coaxing and a little instruction, she began to stroke him. He was so close to cumming already that the slow pace. " No," she squealed, pulling free. The highwayman tossed her skirt up on her lap, yanked her knees apart and gaped at the foul matter oozing from the girl's light-haired crotch. Her cunny was already red and swollen and the viscous goo flowing from it was a greenish-brown and had left stains on the inside of her white thighs. "Shit," he said, "that's enough to make a man puke." You'd do better poking a goat," I said, pulling the girl's skirt back in place and patting her gently. She covered her.