None of them looked either Miss Crawford or I. I was by no means popular in school. I am a redhead with a constellation of freckles. Unitl I was almo...t sixteen I was virtually breastless. I cringed at thought of having to shower in front of these girls who were tall, blond, and with tits you could use as a floatation device. I looked scornfully at my reflection. Perhaps that is why I fell for Miss Crawford. We seemed to be feathers of the same ugly duckling. I helped Miss Crawford, who. Liken it to the razzberry sound that is produced by sticking your tongue through fairly tightly pursed lips and blowing, sort of like blowing bubbles in the bath tub when you were young. As time went on I began to hear about the "g-spot" and tried putting a finger in her pussy and massaging her g-spot as I buzzed her clit and labia with my lips and tongue. She absolutely loved it, several times commenting that I should write a book as it was selfish not to share this kind of info with others.. Without warning, her whole body went tense. Shegrabbed my neck and pulled me into her chest, while with her other armshe held onto Celeste for dear life. Her hips took a jump off thetable that sent a wave along her body like a whip. It happened again.And again. I saw her knuckles go white where she was gripping the edgeof the table. Then she drew a deep, quick breath through her mouth andlet out a yell that I immediately realized I would never be able totranscribe. It was like the. . that?" I still was in shock, I didn't even look at her to say in I stared at the ground stunned."I don't know, she speaks of him like he's a wonderful man." She sighed and looked me in the eyes. I stared back into her gorgeous green eyes. "Any way, have anything planned for us?"I seen her blush as she asked me the question, "No, I'm kinda winging it from this point and on."When we got to the park I looked around, a few people here and there but since I wasn't the most social person ever I.