His fingers curve upward searching for her g-spot while his thumb massages her clit. She tries so hard to resist because its wrong, they aren't suppos... to be together but her body giving in with each stroke.His other hand pushing up her shirt to expose her skin on her stomach, he licks her, tasting her flesh, tonguing her belly button. Her back arches as he finds her secret spot. Her juices flowing the more he fucks her with his fingers, her hips bucking back against his hand. Her moans getting. From across the room I stare and admire your beauty. I come closer to you as you start to smell my masculine scent become stronger the closer I get to you, but not touching you. You feeling my presence surrounding you in anticipation of what I do next...slowly I lower my head closer to yours until my lips comes inches from yours our lips like magnets, unable to control the force that brings them together, as out lips connect the passion starts up like a fire in the forest first its small and. I was never one of those boys that said ewwww girls yuck. Quite the contrary, I was always giving girls valentines and fishing for their kisses. For some reason they always wanted to play "doctor" with me.Around the age most boys find a playboy magazine or see their first naked picture I came into possession of a stack of Hustler magazines taller than I was. With wide eyed amazement my friends and I would spend hours in the clubhouse we had built to hide my coveted collection. No one outside. I sat to pee.I stood in front of the mirror and realized I hadn't gotten all of mymakeup off the night before. I had these little black specks in the cornerof my eyes and dark rings under my eyes. I washed my face and startedbrushing my hair. I was a little disappointed that most of the curl hadfallen out. I did, however, brush my bangs back down and put my hair in aponytail, this time much higher on my head. I came back in my room and found that my mom had left a matching yellowsatin robe.