I wondered if she shaved her asshole finally, I wanna guess that she did. She was different, she wasn't innocent anymore. She grinded all on my crotch... kissed me and moaned a little. Sometimes she shoved my face into her crotch when we danced. Finally I decided that little games with her were over so I decided to take her to my hotel room. I undressed her slowly, kissing her legs, and thighs and her stomach as well. It was so exciting to her moan and see her pussy get so wet. She kept on. The scariest thing about Felicity was the fact that after the summer vacations, by the time that she returned to school, my bank (her grandfather had turned out to be one of the major shareholders) balance showed his appreciation for my efforts, it was totally uncalled for, and I kept thinking that here I am at thirty, and she is only thirteen, a newly minted teenager; that there is something not quite right here, my swiftly crumbling morals (I know: if she is old enough to bleed... ) But he. She was looking too happy. She opened her eyes and started to kiss me. She said this was the best feeling from yesterday. From where did you learn this thing? I said from a porn movie.She then said I also have one thing for you too. To which before I could ask she started to remove my pant and underwear. Then she took my cock in her hand and rubbed it faster. Then I was enjoying it and telling her to go faster. But she stopped. Now its time and took it in her mouth and started sucking it.It was. She had worked late last night. I'd wanted to have some fun before we went to sleep, but she’d said she was too tired. She gets busy with work sometimes, but that doesn’t bother me too much; I love her commitment to her work. Her passion to her career and her intelligence are some of the reasons I’m with her. Finally the bedroom door behind me opens and she walks out. I turn to look, and she is stunning. The light from the bedroom window frames her body. My t-shirt is draped over her, exposing.