She turned to face her desk for a moment and then bent at the waist, her hands having pulled her panties with them as they traced the skin down to her... ankles. 'Fuck,' this view couldn’t get any better he thought as he swigged another shot of whiskey. Her lack of hair on her pussy allowed him to see every part of her labia, the soft pinkness of the inner flesh peeking at him and a very sexy eye winking at him. What he would do, if he could just lean forward and lick that pussy and own it as his. He worked for a while in the US under the name Big Bad Brown." Oh, I remember him," Hannah said in surprise. "I didn't know he was English. Lady Jane was responsible for giving the world more than a few porn super-stars, then?"Jonas looked to the window. "Oh, more than a few, yes." He sat down opposite Hannah, and rubbed his hands together. "Well, where did we get to?"Hannah smiled and clicked the record button, and settled back to listen. * Now, where were we?I told you earlier about my. "Her soft hand drifted to my thigh and ran slowly up and down the hairlesslength. She touched my pussy patch lightly, experimentally. What shehad said, followed by that physical contact, gave me an attempted raginghard-on, which caused me plenty of pain. Even so, I had decided to notshow my discomfort and stubbornly kept my mouth shut. Twyla rolledagainst me and nibbled on my ear before moving to my neck. I writhedunder her knowing technique and thought I was going to lose my mind andstart. .weaker men have fled crying after some of their parties! Fast forward to me hanging out at one end of the pool deck after the huge barbeque feast that was served and sipping on what seemed like my 20th cocktail when Tamara came sashaying over to me in her nylon-thin two piece neon blue and black Brazilian bikini, took the drink out of my hand and put it on the table, looked me square in the eye with her smoky, fuck-me eyes, put her hands on her oh-so-creamy hips while thrusting them outward.