Soaking my lace panties.I moan as you begin to move your finger rhythmically over my p-spot, waves of pleasure crashing through my body, rivers of pre...um flowing from my clit.You pull your finger out of my spasming pussy, push between my legs, cup my tiny, soaking clit and balls in your hand, squeeze. Ohhhh!You lift me up, unzip, I feel you hard cock against my soft wet hole, you cup my ass in both hands and slowly lower me, I bite my lip, stifling a scream as you bottom out, so big, pulsating. Since hers was a direct contact, the only cost were the dozen 8x10 prints and the economical wedding album. A total of less than $100 was the amount of overhead for that job. Even people with limited math skills could figure out I needed two of those for my $1000 dollar a month supplemental income target.I had all kinds of time, and even a little money, to play with. I just couldn’t find anything interesting to do with it. I needed something a little more interesting for sure. Which was. .”“So you weren’t just looking at this?” and with that being said, Sare points down at the opening of her shorts that gave me the perfect shot of her white panties..I look at where shes pointing, and I quickly look away as to say I wasn’t even noticing that. “Ooh no! I didn’t relize I could see that.” I said to defined myself. Sara just laughed and says the typical preteen response.. “Whatever!” I laughed with her and replied “Well if your gonna sit with your legs spread open for the world to. Angie knew that girls were not all exactly the same, but she had no idea that boys could be THAT different from each other. Her understanding of female differences stemmed from a day a couple of years back when her cousin Annie was sleeping over. They had been sent off to bed with orders to take a bath before tucking themselves in. They were probably much to old for joint bathing but since they were cousins it seemed innocent enough. After sudsing and shampooing and splashing, the two girls.