"I don't believe you actually… actually fu… fuck dogs!"

"Oh? Well, I don't want you to think I'm a liar – so I suppose I'll have to let you watch."

"I – I could never watch anything so disgusting!" Cindy said. But her fascination was evident, despite her words.

"No? Well, suit yourself, Cindy. I'm gonna have me some doggy-prick right now. You can watch or not."

Cindy knew that she should refuse. But she was intrigued.

"Well – maybe just for a minute," she said, her resolve weakening. "Not because I'm interested or anything, just to see if you really were telling me the truth – which I still don't believe."

Valerie got to her feet. She opened her blouse and slipped it off. Her tits were firm and thrusting and her nipples stood out rigidly.

Cindy could not help but stare at those lovely tits, and wonder why she found them so exciting.

Valerie grinned, noticing the girl's interest in her body. She unfastened her slacks and lowered them. She was wearing brief bikini panties, drawn tightly across her loins.

She stepped out of the slacks and then hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and squirmed out of them. She raised one knee to remove them from her foot – and to give Cindy a good look at her steaming-hot pussy.

Valerie's cunt bush was a dark jungle, a luxuriant, wide triangle of ebony curls, and her open cunt slot flowed through her crotch like a sluggish, swampy river through a forest. Cindy wanted to look away, but she couldn't. Her eyes were glued to Valerie's creamy cunt. Valerie lifted the other leg, drawing the panties off. The crotch-band was soaking wet. When she tossed them aside, the panties fluttered to the floor like a butterfly with wet wings. She stood for a moment, letting Cindy stare at her body. It made Valerie tingle to have the nubile teenager's eyes on her – and it was encouraging, as well.