You couldn't really see their outlinethrough my shirt or anything, but the tips were bigger, and instead ofbeing pale, they were a noticeable dark pin...ish brown color now. Theydid stick out a little if I stood sideways in the bathroom mirror. Maybeit was my imagination, but it seemed like my butt was filling out myunderwear more, too. It was almost snug now. Still, with all the shotsI'd been getting I couldn't remember feeling better. I was feeling sogood that none of this could have been bad,. She was deliberately fingering and licking my vagina. I had the biggest orgasm of my life. It was powerful!When she was done she kissed back up my stomach and chest. Kissed me delicately on my neck and sucked on my earlobe. She slowly moved a little bit passing my cheek and sticking her tongue into my mouth kiss to me deeply. I started rubbing on her sides and down her stockinged legs and back up them. I slowly lifted her negligee off of her body and revealed her breasts, which were bigger than. Onceagain, lips almost touch and with another spin...Peter's hands hold Jean-Pierre's head, Jean-Pierre presses close, lipspart, tongue probes. Jean-Pierre's hands run up Peter's back, holdinghis head close, down again past breasts that cannot really feel,grasping a waist, a butt, pushing belly to belly so Peter can feel. --and Peter does, and moans. Fingers find buttons, zippers, short one,longer; cloth falls to the floor, two fall onto a bed, for they've beendancing that way, as if they. "So, how's it, Bun?" asked Rosanne, puffing on her joint. "Good day at school? Fucked any good boys?" Wouldn't you fucking like to know, Ro?" Bunny replied. "My cunt's so fucking sore and so fucking dripping you couldn't tell it apart from fucking brillo." Yeh. Right!" Rosanne agreed, not pursuing the subject further.The four girls squeezed together on the bench staring out across the park as the shadows grew longer over the grass, the odd glint reflecting from the discarded condoms and broken.