And I certainly wasn’t planning to stop unless she did. Still probing her mouth with my tongue, I brought one hand around and slid it between her l...gs, fondling her there. We were both breathing heavily by then, but she made no sound, beyond the occasional small whimper. Even when I pulled my mouth away from hers and dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted her dress, she said nothing, did nothing. When I began to kiss and nuzzle the mound between her legs. When I reached up, letting. Kissing my lips, Taylor gripped my anal muscle and pulled hard getting me to gasp. As my lips parted Taylor sunk his tongue into my mouth. With that Taylor moved between my legs, parting them with his. His cock now rigid was poking against my inner thighs as he grind against me. Whispering in my ear he said 'We gonna leave the panties on, I'm gonna grease your butt so relax.' Taylor lifted up and retrieved a jar from the night stand, smearing some slick substance into my butt crack, he slipped. Gina was turning nineteen in a few months—she could drive, buy cigarettes, and definitely rule her own life. She was smart, ambitious, and beautiful—a goddess on earth. Or rather an angel. When angels fell, Sara knew they fell hard but she shook her head and ran downstairs for breakfast. ——————————————————————————– Sara stood in front of the creamery and adjusted her frilly skirt. She looked like a cupcake princess from a cartoon about fairies. Her legs looked like they belonged to an elephant. "Uhhhh." Michele moaned as his fingers pressed her clit through the silk. "UHHH!" he pressed harder. He then reached behind her, seeking the zipper of her dress. Michelle leaned forward, pressing her breasts into him. She sought a kiss, but his head went past her. She sucked on his ear instead. Pete found the zipper, and pulled it down. Michelle pulled back, and wiggled her arms from the sleeves as Pete pulled the fabric down. Here breasts bared themselves in one glorious movement. Her dress.