He made her palms sweaty and her cheeks flush red when she thought of him. But she still wasn’t sure. He was a minister. They weren’t allowed to g...t involved with anyone. Let alone someone as young as herself. Derek was what, 34? Ivy wondered how many times she had pondered this. Almost every day she thought of him. She thought of his sexy body, his hard stomach and chest, his tattoo and the scares that decorated his muscular torso. She thought of his beautiful bronze eyes and dark, wavy hair. He stands at the mirror, combing his black hair, John Travolta-style while I encircle him, pressing my cock squarely on his ass. He smiles and flexes his cheeks, massaging my cock while I slide my hands down, unbuckling his jeans and taking out his cock... ohhh fucking wow! Thick, hung, big fucking balls... I'm stroking his cock and cupping his balls while he undulates his ass on my rigid cock now out of my panties! I turn him around and sink ot my cocksucking knees, pulling his cock in my. To be honest, I liked that they touched me, I even taught them to lift the skin of my foreskin so that they could see the head of my cock.They at first only supported the index finger, until they lost the shame and they touched me with both hands, they even kissed my cock that was getting harder each time.That afternoon we played the 4 friends to have a cup of tea, I was in my princess dress, with painted lips and makeup that they had made me.When their parents came to look for them we invited. Through the hundred proof fog of last night's memory I recalled how she had taken my hammer in all her juicy holes and if my favorite tool could have gotten any harder it surely would have. As it was, I'd just turned the cannon loose hardcore on the slut.A touch on her skinny thigh and her legs flopped opened like I'd used the golden key, but I knew it was just her Pavlov pussy doing its thang and it fucking warmed my cold heart. I felt that hairless little cunny and goddamn if she wasn't.