I ignored her, as she didn'tappeal to me at all. Then I saw something that stopped me dead inmy tracks.She was talking to one of the cashiers on the f...irst floor. Ifigured she must work for Show World because all she wore was askimpy sequined red and blue bikini and black high heels. She wastall and had beautiful, long muscular legs that ended in a fullbut tight ass. Her skin was as smooth as silk and brown likecocoa. Her breasts were large and firm and she had cleavage that aman could easily. But with such books on my hands it was even harder to resist my urges. I remember reading them and feel my cheeks burn as my body would react to the images that book would induce within me. And although my imagination was very creative and detailed, I wanted visual cues. So soon enough I had a notebook, marked “Biology” as a subject, with all kinds of crazy drawings I would come up with. Girls bending over, men having their ways with them. Girls inserting things into their cunts, assholes and. I had met him when I was at university. He was a lecturer in his early forties, married with two c***dren and I felt, unusually for me, that he was drop dead gorgeous; I do not accord many men with that description! Not just to look at, but to talk to and to think with and both of the latter are far more important to me than the former. DD had a great body, a wonderful mind and a sparkling personality. On top of that he was a bit of a philanderer, had a wandering eye, fancied me and could fuck. As I did so, I felt some moisture seeping from her pussy and let my finger get wet with it. Following her lead of earlier, I lifted my finger to my mouth and tasted her juices. They were delicious, a combination of salty and sweet. Leaning over and giving me another kiss, she asked shyly, "You'll come back again another day?" Oh yes! "Then, like I said, I think we should only use our hands today. Is that okay?" Yes, whatever you say. "I've never seen a man masturbate," she continued,.