He watched me lick my lips as he parted the swollen labia with his fingertips. He thrust firmly, with a long, steady twist, and buried half his hand i...nside me. God was it tight!"I'm going to push my big fist right up inside your cunt!” He began to move his hand from side to while leaning into me at the same time.I leaned forward, grabbed his arm, and shrieked, "Aaahhhh Yesss, do it! FIST ME!!"He felt the magic of the moment, as my vulva spread right around his hand, milking it slowly. The. I can show you mine and I’m clear.” He pinched my nipple slightly and continued to squeeze my breast. His other hand cupped my ass and pulled me against him so that I definitely felt his rigid rod between us. “I’m clean. I don’t want to wait. Come on, let’s go now.” I pushed back slightly. “No. I need to be sure.” Breathing rapidly and sounding a little irritated, he got out, “I can show you the slip from the clinic. Let’s go over to my place.” Something made me want to stay clear of his. "You will need this," K told me, handing me a thin folder.It was the one she had shown me that very first day after I'd been shot."Cindy Long. Age 20," typed in simple, small lettering across the label.Inside was everything there was to know about Cindy. There wasn't much,just the barest sketch of a small-town girl. A birth certificate. Primaryand high school records, a few job listings. Childhood accomplishmentsand fears, teenage awards and failures."She's got a profile?" You have a profile,". And all this is on show for all to see. Of course there are times when we are more selective about our audience. Take our underwear. Well, where do I start ? How about wispy, see-through knickers. We don’t buy them for warmth, do we? No way. Women wear them so, when we undress in front of that selected audience, husband, boyfriend etc., they get hard. No point beating about the bush, we want them stiff. Or, if, like me, you occasionally enjoy female company, we want them wet.To a point, you.