She put her head back, closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief. I looked down at her and could see the perfect outline of her breasts under the ti...ht fitting sports blouse. The stretchy shorts were molded to conform to every fold and crevice of her body. With her legs spread, I could readily see the outline of the lips of her vagina and the wondrous slit that divided them. In my imagination, it was beckoning, winking, calling to me. Fortunately, my shorts were not so tight that the growth. This needed to change if I were to get into her pants. So I decided to show my naked self. There are a couple of standard ways of doing this – invite her into the bathroom when you are naked, drop your towel, show her your hard on, change clothes in front of you. I decided to go back to cleaning the washroom. So next week, both of us are in there. She has her thighs exposed. This time I’m only wearing tight boxer shorts and the tent in there is visible to her. She doesn’t seem concerned. I turn. He wantsmy deflowering to be perfect and under the right situation. I trust himto know when that is. I just hope I don't have to wait forever. You knowhow much I love it when you wear your strap-on and entered me. It makesme so ooey-gooey just thinking about it. But, I do long to feel a manpossess me by marking me, as his, inside of me. It would so make me feelmore complete as a woman." I do understand Brandee," she answered compassionately and then kissed mefully on my lips. "Hmmm, we. Once I got her fingers in her pussy, I had my hand in my panties as well. Rather than smear her face with her pussy juice, I took my fingers out of my dripping pussy and smeared my juices on her face. Then I pulled my panties aside, and used her hand to get myself off. I assaulted her nipples on again, keeping them nice and tender, and covered her back up. The next morning, she was a cunt cocktail with pussy juice all over her hands and face. She neither washed her hands or face before having.