She stepped back a bit but I stepped forward again. “This is your booby, tit or breast. Your nipples are already erect so that means your feeling ho...ny”, I explained as I gently stroked her.“This is your pussy or vagina”, I continued as I placed my hand between her legs, smoothing her pussy with the palm of my hand. Although I took her by surprise she parted her legs, allowing me to feel her. She was already moist!“And this is your clitoris”, I said as I slipped a finger between her lips and. Moaning, I used her pig tails as handle bars, showing her which way I liked best. Her mouth felt so good, I wondered how tight and wet she was. I noticed her adjust her hips every so often…Gasping, being so close, she pulled me down to her chest, gasping, asked me if I was close. Throwing my head back, holding my breath, I blew all over her tank top. Giggling, she pulled it off gingerly, careful not to spread the white liquid all over her breasts. I never did get her bra off, I thought as I. Once I turned 16 I really wanted a boyfriend but it was tough because I attended an all girls high school. My friends and I hung out with guys that lived in our neighborhood. It was great. We would get together on the weekends and play pool or do stuff as a group. There was one guy that really caught my eye and he knew it. I eventually got the nerve to ask him out and it happened to be to my senior prom.Don't get me wrong--I had a few dates before him, but not many. I was brought up fairly. Then, letting his hand slideslightly downward, he searched-out and delicately fondled Frank's hardeningnipples. They were small, wondrous ornaments, and Simon relished theirprecious beauty.It was a glorious, transcendent experience. Finally, after all this time,he knew a little of the Frank he'd longed to know-and a little of thepleasure and contentment he'd longed to feel. But there remained one moreexercise--a final, stolen moment of penultimate intimacy and significance.Simon slid his.