I was looking down into hairless pussy, and I couldn’t help but think that it looked...beautiful. I also couldn’t deny the fact that my mouth bega...n to water. It almost seemed like I wanted to do it.“You’ve never eaten a pussy before, have you?” she asked, and I shook my head no. “Go on, get down there and smell it.”Well I could smell it from where I was, but I didn’t tell her that. Instead, I did what she asked and slowly, haltingly lowered my face down until I was maybe an inch from her. There was something about this woman, Jessica thought... some core of grace and pride that remained untouched, whatever humiliations she was subjected to. Jessica didn’t know whether to be inspired or aggravated. What would it take to break her?Just then they slowed down for a series of speed bumps, and out the corner of her eye Jessica spotted a homeless encampment that had sprung up in a corner of the park. A flickering orange streetlight cast dim light on a rotting wooden picnic table, next. . “is that what you want? Is that what you’d like me to send you?” :PI had recently met a friend Nath in town. He was an old friend I’d known back from college. I hadn’t seen him in over 10 years (you can take my age at 28 from that) but bumped into him one night in town we got chatting and I found out like me he also rode a motorbike and said to drop him a message someday and we would go for a ride on the bikes. Cool I thought, always nice to have a riding buddy.Nath was an athletic black guy. So i removed my shorts (it was the only dress i was wearing) and sat on the field. Suddenly a lady (must be in her late 40’s)caught me by my neck and scolded me for peeing in the farm. She grabbed me and was taking me towards my grandma’s tent. I didn’t bother to listen to what i was saying. I left my shorts somewhere in the dark. I was moving nude with the lady. I try to escape from her hands but made my self dirty with mud in the field. She knocked the door of my grandma’s tent. Another old.