Lenka has punished no one to kiss (for information, and Lenka we have not made love, not to rush things, so just basking naked in bed once, when her p...rents were not home, in short - yes, I am still a virgin!) This was tender, the first passion, I really loved Lenka before in my life had a different ... it was not a girl. Standing on the threshold of his father's posh apartment confused by unfamiliar bustle of Moscow with an embarrassed look, I first saw this sleepy miracle in one of the. She half-smiled with what appeared to be greatinterest, curiosity, and uncertainty. "Yeah," I whispered back. Our voices were so low that the drip drip drip of the bathtub faucetwas easily twice the volume. I remember hearing the faint drip, thinkingthat the hot water handle had to be tightened to make it stop, but hertouch had me spellbound. My tip itched strangely and the skin of myglans seemed to cling to her soft, tentative fingers. "You like that?" she whispered. "Yeah. Feels nice." "Like. I said I would like to meet her playing along. We chatted a couple more times before we set up a date on a Friday evening as the more I talked to him the more real this seemed, or my curiosity. I drove to there place a 45 minute drive. He answered the door and introduced himself as Rodger and asked me in. He introduced me to Lillian, his mom. A nice looking lady of mid 40's, a little plump, but curvy with nice tits and butt. She came over and sat next to me and we chatted. She had Roger go get. After a few minutes of this she plunged her fingers deep inside, at the same time throwing her head back and arching her spine. I wanted to be in there with her, I wanted to use my fingers on her, I wanted to feel how wet she was, I wanted to lick her and suck her nipples, I wanted to taste her hot wet cunt. But I would have to make do with my own fingers and pussy.I slipped my very wet panties down my legs and kicked them off, allowing better access for my fingers I was following her every.