This was my first close up view of a real, live pussy. Technically Id seen Natalies, but it was always covered with hair, so I could never really tell... what it looked like. Melissas, being mostly bald, was perfect for viewing. The lips were very red, and it looked to be tight, even spread as it was. It smelled quite salty. I looked up to her face and smiled as I took the up-close photos, and she smiled back down at me. She was blushing furiously again, something that had gone away while I was. I made the false assumption this woman was some far right-wing, nigger hating bible thumper. She looked the part to a tee. Imagine the whitest looking white woman imaginable, who dressed like an extra on Little House on the Prairie. She had HUGE breasts but dressed so conservatively that she seemed as modest about them as her massive size would allow. Our conversation was always about family and other family friendly, polite things. That all changed one day when I saw her observing the. The poor boy, he’d been through so much compared to her comparatively easy life, and Evelyn felt sympathy for Jason overwhelm her already naturally kind heart. ‘Stay here,’ Evelyn said before she realised that the words were out of her mouth. . ‘What?’ Jason responded incredulously, not understanding. ‘Stay here. Stay here with me – and Buster, for as long as you need. ‘ Evelyn repeated the invitation, finding the repetition sent a thrill of anticipation through her body. What was she thinking. "Sure I can come over. We can do your hair and pick out something else for you to wear besides those ugly baggy clothes" I told her one afternoon when we were walking home. Her face fell almost instantly but I quickly made up and wrapped my arm around her shoulder and told her that we would get her straight. That she would be my little slave and doll. She smiled not knowing I was deadly serious. We arrived at her home, her mother was not there but then I knew where the slut was. Getting boned.