My pussy is so wet that I can barley stand it. I saw mom settle into one of the easy chairs as Uncle Steve took one of my ripe nipples in his mouth. �...�MMMM, you’re so sweet.” I heard him say. I was beginning to see why mom counted him as one of her favorite lovers; he really knows how to make a woman feel like a woman. If his lips, fingers and hands were any indication of what was to come, then I would just have to hang on for dear life. He had begun to finger me as he continued to enjoy. With this, I felt the first stirring in my pants. I pulled them again to my nose so I could smell the crotch and got another wiff. Somewhat fishy, mild, with the smell of lavender and a muskiness. It was wonderful. I sat on the bench and began loosing my belt as I imagined the kind of ass these panties might have covered. I couldn't think of a single girl they might belong to so I imagined Ms. Miller. Indeed, I realized, they would probably fit her perfectly. This really got me going.I. Both boys and girls trying out smoking for the first time would gather at the toilets which facing away from any overlooking houses was the ideal dry and private location away from adult prying eyes.One fine autumn evening I decided to go for a smoke and set off to the "bogs" as we called it. On route I bumped into 2 "girl Friends" (girls I knew of my age who were just friends) who decided they would tag along as they to were at a loose end (boring samll village life!). Normally on arrival. It did not bind again until it hit her stomach. Sinkingsteadily, Jane's downward progress drove the dull point to pierce the bottomstomach wall. Once inside the stomach, the smooth walls of her digestive track beganguiding the pole. Feeling pain inside her throat, Jane surrendered at last,dropping the grips on the pump. Standing very still, she continued to slipslowly downward. When the tip of the rod reached the back of her throat, shetilted her head back firmly, and let the tip emerge slowly.