I trace the edges of her thong with my fingertips before easing it down her legs. I notice her pussy has already soaked the thong's crotch. Her angle..., with her head and chest on the table and her legs spread in four-inch high heels, will be perfect, giving me easy and complete access.I run a single fingertip around her outer and inner lips, using her juices to lubricate her opening thoroughly. I add a second finger as I rub either side of her clit before slipping them into her, slightly curled. Her hand even dared to slide gently over Molly's tight face."Beautiful," Molly spoke nervously in return. And indeed Fanny is beautiful. I contemplated this once when very stoned and discovered morphing Brigitte Bardot and Julie Delpy, my two favorite French blondes and in fact my two favorite beauties of any sort, into a sort of composite, Fanny would result. The camera never caught her beauty which I believe explained her ending up in porn instead of as a famous model. As far as the hair,. "Scoot back, Debby. Sit the stool completely and prepare to talk. Now is your final chance. You have less than one minute."She waited for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. This time, he didn't remind her to look into his. "Sir, I'm what people call a nymphomaniac. I can't control myself or my sexual urges. It's a medical condition called Persistent Sexual Arousal, or PSA. It's become much worse since my divorce because I don't have anyone to give me relief after work. The little hairs on my skin stood up and my nipples hardened visibly. I was sure that with those intense eyes he could see all the scenes in my mind. I looked at his hands and saw them grabbing me by the hair while he’d fuck my mouth, clasping my wrists together, forcing painfully into my pussy, pressed against my mouth to stifle my screams. I knew I was dirty, but I didn’t want him to know that. He’d be disgusted. We talked silly nothings for a while and decided to meet the next evening for a.