He was still recovering from his massive orgasm and though, and I don't think he even noticed. As he started heading to the bathroom he turned towards... me, slowly picking myself up off the dresser. "Thank you. You can go now." He said in a very matter of fact fashion."Umm okay," I said a bit surprised. "See you next time." I called out. He never responded.I quickly adjusted my thong, checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my purse, and out the door I went. As I stepped outside, legs still shaking. “What’s left? Are you sure we don’t have any?” A soft moan follows and I raise my head, looking over the door and catch her eyes opening, she parts her lips to take her finger between them. “They were...“ she pauses and I swear I see the memory that passes through her eyes as she stares into mine, “Juicy.” The word pours from between her lips in a way that makes it just as juicy as the word itself. Heat rises in my core despite standing in front of the fridge. I shift my stance as the warmth. How could the guy survive while being this skinny?The most annoying part was that he didn’t look bad like this. Alex was fine-boned, and had a harmonious, lean body. There weren’t bones sticking everywhere; if anything, he had the body of a young dancer. And seeing that Alex was what? 25? 26?, that said something about the fucker’s good genes.And everything about him was so flawless and symmetrical. His face was really worthy of starring in commercials. Alex had striking green eyes, perfect. A silly thought crossed Beth’s mind. If she had known that she was going to be doing this, she wished that she had at least trimmed her reddish pubic hair so it wasn’t so ungainly and long. With both hands, Beth drove her fingers through the fine curls and down over her puffy pubes. He watched intently as she massaged her mound, thinking how ugly and gnarly her inner labia were and felt. Some women had ‘innies,’ nicely shaped pussy lips that were neither too large nor too small. Beth never.