He put his cold hand on my exposed thigh and run a finger under the elastic of my stocking, feeling the tightness of the elastic and the softness of m... upper thigh.Suddenly he touched my pussy through the flimsy material that covered it, it was like an electric shock, and I twitched, 'You like that Mariel, you like having your pussy touched, you naughty girl', more to himself, as he was convinced I was in a deep sleep.Taking the elastic of my knickers he pulled them down to expose my cunt to. I had my hair in a ponytail, no makeup or anything, not even my rings, and I looked exactly like what I was, a fifteen-year-old girl on a Saturday afternoon. Jack was watching the kids; it was Daddy's day to spend some time with them and I appreciated the little break."What, uh, what can I do for you, Amy?" Gary asked and he pointed at his sofa and we both sat down."Uh, well ... I was looking for some pills," I said slowly. "Maybe a little coke?" Pills and ... Coke?" He cleared his throat.. One day, Judy and I did something together neither of us had done up to that point. There was this black family that lived not too far away from where she and I lived (they were the only black family in our neighborhood at the time). His name was Jimmy. Judy, perhaps partly out of a growing desire to be as rebellious as she could be, latched onto Jimmy, and on this one particular day that I'm talking about, the three of us found a way of sneaking off to a rather secluded and private place, and. And undress yourself whilst you’re at it.What? You thought brainboxes don’t need a bit of rough?”“Is that what I am? A bit of rough?”“Ohhh, I hope so” We dissolved to underpants only and, sniggering like a couple of school kids (which, after all, we had only just stopped being), we went under the blankets. Before I’d even got my hands on her breasts, her hand was inside my pants! She was, she said, pleased that it was ready for action; perhaps that was the reason for getting me to undress the.