Like her underwear, her technique was functional. "You okay?", I asked. "I've not had sex since my husband died," she said, gripping my cock a little ...harder. That little nugget of information made me hornier than normal. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," I said, intending to be anything but. I slid her beige knickers off, and she held her legs together, as if embarrassed. I pushed my hand between them, spreading them. Her bush was thick and greying. I stroked at her lips with my fingers, finding. They lived the other direction, so a ride was out of the question.“Yeah, why?”Natasha sighed and looked down at her feet and then up at her new friend. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but have you ever thought about, you know, trimming things down?”Vanessa stared at her for a moment before she understood and when she did, she blushed. “No, why?”“Well, if, and I think you might, meet a nice guy, they kind of don’t like having to deal with a lot of hair down there.”“I’m not here to date,” was the. " He slapped my face on one side, thenon the other side, really hard. He grabbed me by my hair at the back of myhead and pulled on it, forcing my neck to arch. My legs were still wide openand with his other hand he slapped my pussy. This caught me by surprise andI moaned quietly. He pulled on my hair again, forcing me to rise and pushingmy face down to his crotch, to his beautiful big cock. "Smell me." he ordered. I eagerly inhaled the musky aroma coming from his balls, the crack of hisass. His. This oneread, "Introduction to Pole Dance Workout - Downtown Fitness - 9:00am -Don't forget to look pretty." It was 8:00. Apparently, I had an hour to getready and make it to the gym.I walked into the bathroom and felt something change with both my pantiesand the wig; it felt like they'd loosened a bit. Thankfully, I found myselfable to pull them both off. There was a handwritten note on the mirror thatread, "Good girls always sit to use the bathroom! I think you'll look niceas a ginger today.".