You pull tighter, and the material slips between my moist labia into my slit. I gasp sharply at the sensation: a little squeak escapes from my throat.... I feel your body trembling against me. You too are aroused and excited. Now your fingers find the lacy edge of my panties and tug at them, pulling them to one side, nuzzling into the dark wiry hairs of my bush. Oh god – what if anyone can see my pussy hairs? Sliding down, burrowing down through my bush, catching and pulling on the hairs as they. " Okay. Tell me a little about Carol." She was a friend. A social acquaintance. I have tendency to occasionally say too much in social situations and one night at a party I said something about I love the taste of a good wine from a lady's body. Everybody listening laughed politely, but she made a sound of appreciation that the others did not."She made a sound like she'd caught the scent of something delicious. And, I noticed her looking at me intently. Have you noticed there's not much eye. So if Dolly hereis physically able to compete, it's surely a better use of his time toparticipate and indulge his masculine side. We're all finding out allsorts of new things about the boy, so maybe he'll find a new sport he'sa stud at," Mrs Miller replied feeling that she had her adversary outfoxed."Ah, finally something for Dolly. Cheerleading or figure skating wouldsuffice this requirement?" Ms Lawrence asked as she scanned the list ofsports."Indeed they certainly would but unfortunately. -----------------------------------------------To Be Continued!-----------------------------------------------Author's note:Some of the names are homages to stories, authors, and jokes I like:Pansy Pond is an erotic story by Timothy Reisling Betticut, an author whostopped writing sometime during the 1990s, at least under that name. Theconcept of the afterlife in the story "Noel" by Christopher Leeson isworthy of attention and serious discussion in the wider world outside TGfiction. One name is.