They were perfect for her body type. Joyce moaned in pleasure, I hoped, and then she began humping my face. Brazzers I was about to gaze upon her most secret treasure. Pausing only to kiss the juncture of her thigh and body. Her legs bent at the knees were splayed wide. “Yes! There was a large smooth log there perfect for sitting and contemplating the Whichness of the Why. I folded them and stuffed them into the fanny pack that I carried over my shoulder. Joyce protested when I removed my fingers. She had always been a cock hound. She had always been a cock hound. Her belly trembled when the first wisp of her pubic hair appeared. What if I turned out to be some sort of monster?”
“I’ve always wanted to do something like that.” Joy giggled again.
