Her panties are white and decorated whith a yellow tweety-bird. A little dark stain reveals her prevailing arousal and eminates a distinct musky odour...that confirms the ripeness of her womanhood. Her little fists are clamped to the thin fabric on both sides, but that doesn't hinder me to stroke her taut boyish buttocks, to let my finger slip under the elastic seam and into the moist crack between them. »Oh no!«, she winces as I touch the tiny round rose with a fingertip. And again she pushes. I wasnt fat or anything, I was actually one of those girls who look like their growth spurt was a late delivery. For me, it was. I am 5 foot 6 inches, 120 pounds, dark brown hair, lightly tanned skin, and emerald-hazel eyes which I block off with my signature red framed dark sun glasses. I guess Im pretty attractive, except if you met my twin sister Serena. Shes the same height as me, has petite B breasts ever since the fifth grade. Even if B was big then, shes never stuffed her bra, but boy,. "Before Harry could ask anything else the door to the wardroom swung open and a magnificent redhead strutted into the room.As she was wearing the insignia of an Ensign it had to be Kerry Bogdanovich but she didn't act like she was the lowest of the low in the Navy's hierarchy. The woman before him had taken the full augmentation package that only the Marines usually picked. Kerry was two metres tall and stacked much to Harry's delight, she also moved with the confidence of a full-grown. Making my way downstairs I decided to go barefoot just for the pleasure of sending Peter back up to fetch my shoes for me. Just like a good dog would do he was soon at my feet with that begging look in his eyes waiting for me to give him permission to put my shoes in their rightful place. I had chosen pink leather flat post sandals with a small strap around my heel. He kissed each foot in turn as he lovingly placed them on each foot. As he was fixing the second shoe my foot raised up to his.