‘C’mon, mom. Ya gotta give Mike your panties.’ Amy stood, turned to her daughter and said, ‘no.’ ‘Mom!,’ pouted a truly disappointed dau...hter. Amy explained, ‘Baby, Brad doesn’t let me wear panties. I can’t take off what I’m not wearing.’ To demonstrate, she hiked up he thin, dress and displayed that she was in fact not wearing panties. I was presented with a smooth, bald pussy that already seems to be wet. Oh my, I thought, I just have to get a taste of that. I wonder if mother and daughter. She still had one leg off the bed, but was now lifting her body slightly off the bed. Her head leaned back and away and she breathed heavily. After about twenty or thirty little gentle circles she took my fingers away and moved them downward to her tight flapped lips and then upward and inside her. Then she took her other hand and began rubbing her ‘clit’. She became very intense with her breathing and then, l felt her, well, her hole, compress around my fingers and then the convulsions. ”“Well, with a recommendation like that, I probably should,” he said, a hint of his Brummie accent coming through on the last word. “One day.”“Just come round to our house.” Chris shrugged. “We’ve got it on VHS. Bec and Nathan like watching it too. We can have a house Fight Club watch party.”“Yeah, why not.” Danny had those crinkles in his cheeks that gave the impression the bones above were smiling – usually indicating that he was trying to conceal how amused he was. “Sounds like a Friday. From abover I stared down at the tiny white breasts that I had exposed. Round and perfect, they were just an a-cup the with the tiniest pink nipples dotting the center. As if in a trance, I leaned forward to take the pink tip into my mouth, and swirled my tongue around the delicate flesh, suckling hard, and then biting down cruelly,emitting another cry from her.Lost in her perfection, I wanted badly to spend my time and explore every centimeter of this virginal blooming body-But my physical.