Caressing every square inch of Dawns beautiful brown skin, she rakes her hands through her long hair and kisses her juicy lips. She makes her way down...to that sweet spot, and she helps wash her pussy, taking care to lick it clean and discovering she tastes like honey. Maxine carries on licking away with her face buried in between Dawns silken thighs until Dawn begins to quiver as she flicks her huge clit with her pierced tongue. Hoarse screeches herald her climax as she sinks her finger into. It was only later that she finally asked me to brew her up a pot of Chamomile tea. ‘A good big pot, she said.’ She then gave me a meaningful look that made my pulse race, and added: ‘I think I’ll be needing it…’ Well… you can probably imagine my feelings at that moment. Anya actually ended up drinking two pots of tea all by herself and I am fairly sure that her slowness, and the exaggerated way she savored each sip was calculated to make crazy with anticipation. Even if that was imagination. Though the door was open I knocked the door. The fat man shifted his eyes from TV to me.Fat man:“Who are you…?”Me:“Sir, I am new to the home downstairs, my father asked me to settle all the paper work with you”Fat man:“oooh… I see, come in and have a seat. Let me see them then..!”Hearing our conversation, my darling Veda came out of the bedroom and stood behind her husband, meanwhile, the old fat soul was into the papers. I saw her face, it was gorgeous. Too cute at the same time too sexy. She. In time, things began to change. I got taller; my voice couldn't decide if it was a soprano or a baritone; peach fuzz had turned to an acceptable beard; and the girls looked, well, more captivating.On a warm Memorial Day, our families gathered at Cicely's home for a cookout. Mila had just turned seventeen. Cicely was the taller of the two, but younger by several months. I was nearing the end of my sophomore year in high school. By that time, things had become decidedly more interesting. The.