For a time, Susan went out with any man that asked her, and some of them were good fuckers, but still it seemed as if there was a lot missing when she was fucked. She enjoyed their cocks tremendously, but she wanted something else besides a few drinks, a dinner, and some motel room.

Finally, she stopped going out at all, staying home with Jay and Sissy.

Susan was an extremely beautiful woman. She was still as slender as her days before the camera, but her tits were larger. They were not overly large, but too big for fashion modeling. Her nipples were extra long and extremely sensitive. Sometimes she could hardly wear a bra, and she finally gave them up. Even then, the way her nipples brushed at her dresses, blouses, and summer sweaters often was too much for her.

Her tits were firm and shapely, almost pointed. Her flesh was unblemished except for a few light freckles on her shoulders. She tanned very well, especially for a woman with golden-red hair and supposedly fair skin.

Her waist was small, no thicker than when she was fifteen years old. Her hips rounded out beautifully and sloped to tantalizingly long thighs and curvy legs. The flesh of her thighs was as creamy and smooth as the flesh of her lower stomach. Her ass swelled with sloping curves that were a delight to look upon. Her ass cheeks were tight and firm, writhing tightly in her skirts, dresses, designer jeans and body hugging shorts.

The hair of Susan's cunt was a darker red than the hair on her head. In fact, it was a brown with auburn highlights. Her cunt hair was formed in a perfect triangle of thick growth, with a pencil-line of dark hair growing up to her dimpled belly button. The long curls tucked between her smooth thighs and grew thick along the sides of her puffy cunt lips, finally disappearing into the crack of her ass. But it stopped there, and she had no hair at all anywhere around her crinkled asshole.