She stands up, moves back to edge of the bed, and sits again, spreading her thighs and reaches down with one hand to rub her fingers over her crotch ...... We get our first close-up of a post-op pussy ... It looks to be a particularly neat, slightly strained cunt ... A couple of surgically created fold around a thin slit – a little hair around it, but mostly bare.She spreads her legs and we catch sight of a familiar feature – a nice tight little arsehole! It’s funny to think that dog’s have fucked. But people like her have that ambition at the expense of others. I have seen her rid herself of people who upset her, or are a threat, and it looks like it’s my turn at the moment. Hey guys don’t feel sorry for the writer of this piece I am not writing this entry for a sympathy vote although if you can empathise with me that would be great. I am, however, just trying to work out why someone like me, who is the most uncompetitive person can, all her life, be the cause of such competitiveness? To. She raised her head and gave me a deep kiss. Pulling away she looked at me and grinned. “So fucking full.” I pulled her back for another kiss, and against her lips I ordered her, “Ride.” And ride she did, her hips moving up and down. I met her constantly with a thrust and soon her arms were around my neck, her mouth at the column of my throat, her hot breath puffing at my shirt. Her sticky cum dripped down my forearm and onto the seat. “Oh, oh, God,” she was mumbling incoherently, my fingers. I had sweaty palms and everything. Seth's house was air conditioned. I didn't want to hold his hand in it with a sweaty palm.I took a moment to relax as I waited for Seth to open his door; but when he didn't, I knocked again, wondering if I was interrupting another shower. It turned out that I wasn't that fortunate when Seth called out for me to open the door instead of actually answering it himself. I think he'd been expecting his dad, because he looked twice in my direction from where he was.