" Oh, no, cello girl. We don't do it like that."Finally she gave in. She stripped for me while I watched, but she stopped at her panties."They go too...." No. I can't."I knew why. "You're wearing a pad." She colored as she nodded. It was almost as though the movement of her head, atop that lovely neck, set off the coloring. Yes, that was it. A pad. It embarrassed her to know I knew about it. Damn, she was sweet!"Next time, use a tampon. It won't get in the way as much."Eventually we knelt facing. I got a fewadmiring looks as people noticed mybra-less bosom under my dress. To behonest, my little tits don’t give much of a cleavage at the best of times, but atleast they’re nice and perky and don’tdroop. Bending down in the bookshop tolook at the lower shelves, I knew mytits would be openly visible to anyoneelse browsing nearby who happenedto glance down. I discreetly tweakedmy nipples through my dress to make them stand out. After a while doingthis and getting aroused, I paid for thebooks. My pillowy, ebony tits shook as she leaned over me, her wings fluttering. Her green hair fell down her cute, girlish face. She gasped out in playful delight as her cock reamed so deep into my pussy. I shuddered, clamping down on her as I savored the friction of her futa-dick pumping away at my hot cunt.“Oh, my dearest Dr. Rita,” she moaned. “Oh, you feel so wonderfully wicked on my futa-dick. Oh, yes, we are creating such an effervescent friction. The delight is just bubbling through my body.. I curiously looked at her to see what she is going to do.She lied down facing ceiling and she arranged a pillow for head and she kept two to three pillow at bottom of buttocks to rest. This has lifted her pussy & below hip bit height. she expanded her both legs wide opened, and she used one hand to pick grape fruits from the tray and started slowly inserting one grape after other into her pussy.I was curiously looking at her to see what she is doing?, after she inserting at least 5 to 10.