"Hello, lil' prickly puss! I see we haven't shaved in a while?" She said and she rubbed her hand up and down my velvet stubble. I bent over a little b...ecause it kinda tickled and she stood up. "Well, what are you talking about? You don't ever shave, ya hippy!" Tis not true, my little cactus crotch!.." She pulled down her pants and underwear and when she stood back up, shaved clean and smooth. "..see! Shaved as smooth as a baby's butt!" Baby's butt!? I'll show you what I will do with your baby's. .. fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Scott's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and. ”“No fucking way!” was my first reaction. His grin just got bigger. “Coward,” he challenged “it would be so exciting and dangerous, and I would be sitting in the stall next to you to keep you safe.” But I stuck to my initial reaction, and that was the end of it for awhile.It was about a week later we were supposed to go to a movie, but when he came over to pick me up I greeted him wearing men’s clothes—blue jeans, boys sneakers, man’s shirt, hair tucked under a baseball cap. “Take me to. It was early in the morning and I had climbed out of my crowded bed and started making rounds of the injured from the day before. As I was leaving the bunkhouse slash stables I saw them enter the gate. There were four of them and they walked as if they owned the world.As they came up to me they were abrupt, “boy, where is this entrance to the Keep passages?”I looked them up and down slowly which made a young looking one snort and start muttering a spell. Unfortunately for him I could feel the.