Pamela was a woman that I could love forever. Sex She had to collect one-dollar from each man to fuck her as much as they could for the weekend. I love it. Fuck that, I did throw myself at you. I could see some stretch marks all along her sagging breast right from her dark areola to her sternum and for some strange reason it excited me. She had the pussy of a thirteen-year-old, as if I had ever had a thirteen-year-old. He was into bondage and light torture mostly involving my tits and pussy.”
Then I had to ask, “What did he do to your pussy?”
Pamela just smiled, unzipped her short miniskirt, and then dropped it to the floor. I’ll take care of you. Pamela took an incredible long time bent over my desk with her tits dangling in my face as we discussed the more stupid of things, the color of my pants. I like the way that it hangs.”
Pamela asked, “Would you like to see the other one?”
Of course I said, “Yes, please.”
Pamela stood up and then lifted her peasant blouse up over her head and draped it over the back of a chair.
