Unable to resist, I followed her contours down, admiring her stomach. It wasn't flat, but it wasn't puffy either. Honestly, it was f*****g impeccable. She had a piercing in her belly button, which was alluring to me. Partly because it was something I knew I would never do to my own body. A shortcoming, perhaps, of being Japanese. It went against centuries of culture for a woman to mar her body in such a way. Yet, seeing it on Grace had an effect on me I never would have suspected.
That's when the weight of what was happening really began to set in. I wanted this girl. In a way I had never wanted another being in my life, let alone a female.
The last journey my eyes took went further south. It was no surprise to see that her p***y was shaved completely bare. Mine was, too. Just that morni
