Yes. How do they make you feel.dunno they are just clothes. But very sexy clothes added Alice, do other guys look at you other than Andy. Yes. And how...does that make you feel. I get a bit of butterflys here, pointing to just above her pubic mound. Ok, so do you ever play with your breasts, or look at them in the mirror. Don’t play with them, but yes like to look at myself in the mirror. How about your vulva. Do you look at that. Well yes, but it’s my foo foo, never called it my vulva. We will. I said to myself why not? Let us see where is he heading and how far could he go in this situation, when he moved my panties aside, I felt what looked like a huge, thick and long snake touching my bare ass, he must have unzipped his pants and got it out, and I felt the cockhead forcing itself in between my ass cheeks, down to my crack seeking my pussy entrance. I thought that was too much and maybe he was overdoing it, I turned around, looked at him with a dropping lower jaw, fully surprised,. I never heard more erotic sounds in my life than those coming from her mouth, and from the relative movement between my dick and her cunt. She smelled like a combination of sex and raspberry (must have been that body wash she used). I lightly bit and licked her neck and shoulder, periodically looking down at the push-pull of my dick, or at the look of ecstasy on her face. All my senses were being overwhelmed, sight, sound, smell, taste, feel – especially feel. It was like her vagina was molded. They left the campus grounds and began walking briskly down the sidewalk. In a rare urge of bravado, Greg said. "Uh, Karen, if you're going to hold my wrist the whole way, at least hold my hand?"Karen released Greg's wrist and took his proffered hand as she continued to rush down the street. A sparkle caught his eye. He held up her hand in his and examined her long slender fingers with shiny black fingernails dotted with silver speckles. He looked back up at her. "Where are you taking me,.