"So you are real - I thought Charlie and Alfie made you up as a weird sexual fantasy".Fascinated, Molly eased the quilt further down to reveal delicio...us spread buttocks and a hint of a wet blue vagina between."Oh my god, you're gorgeous! Um Charlie why don't you pop out and have a cold shower? I want to have this beauty".Sophie was still laying face down as Molly's fingers explored between her legs, so didn't become aware of the hard clitoris erupting into a cock until Sophie turned to kiss. Offers nothing. And makes it clear she wants her own time. I've learned to wait.And so, I wait. And wait. And wait. I can't resist a glance at her from behind, even during the rejection. I catalog this scene in my mind for later: The smooth apple curve of her ass. The deep and symmetrical dimples of Venus. The tightness of her waist. The thigh gap that's evident even when she's lying down. The sheen of her hair. I'm getting turned on again and it's starting to show. But I know enough to leave. Ashley struggled to quit crying but was not very successful. She was pretty sure the person entering the room was not Hoby. Their walk was much softer. Then she heard a voice. “Hello, Ashley. My name is Sam. Would it be all right if I removed the blindfold?” “Yes, please.” Sam took the blindfold off and Ashley got her first look at her in person. She was gorgeous. She appeared to be about 5’6 or 7. Her breasts were maybe a small D with dark large areola and big nipples. She was Latino and. "Say it, Anna," Angique said, touching the bruise. "You know you have to say it." Anna swallowed twice."I am Songbird too," she said, and her face grew younger. "I am this very young Indian girl that lives with the ghosts of the earth, the spirits of the heavens. But I guess that wouldn't be the Anna you look for?" Angique slowly shook her head."Too many Anna's," she murmured. "Now tell me, who is the true Anna? Not the workaholic Anna, not the cowgirl Anna riding out into the sunrise, not the.