Her hands were stroking him on the cheek and her eyes bore deep in his soul. The urge struck him with great demand that he must become unclothed. She ...anted to see what he could offer, not hinted, just urged, not told. A fantasy in dreams was all it was and mist enveloped his body as it rest. Soft stroking of the wind turned to silky breasts upon his unveiled chest. His hands removed what remained of his garments, with little or no commotion. Her eyes, her eyes, they mesmerized, and lust was. ”Since then, our two families have gotten together. Not much to talk about. Done deal and all.Vicki’s turn:It’s NOT a crush, it’s a connection.I’ve heard the ‘it’s a crush’ thing. Did an analysis. Yes, you can go ahead and hang all those ‘fourteen-year-old’ criteria on me, but don’t you think that if I know ‘criteria’ and I have a college degree that some of that might not apply to me?Fourteen? Physically. I have been on this earth that long. I dunno what happened between Dad’s genes and Mom’s. Her pink panty was wet, I told want to see your hole. She offered all my holes are yours from today; u can do whatever u want. I love u Harsha sir, I love u. I replied back, telling Roopa me too love u, show me what is heaven, which is hidden in u, few sec, she removed everything and told suck fuck me sir but don’t ejaculate. So I allowed her to give me blow job for some more time, then she told me about 69 position and she wanted that position desperately and v did it and she started shouting. Climb up the stairs to undress and put my school clothes away, remove my bra and panties. I love to be naked, feeling the freedom. I reach for my nipples and pinch them. My thoughts drifting to daddy, remembering that day I saw him peeing and how nice his cock was. I reach between my legs and rub there, feeling my growing wetness. Thinking I was alone in the house, I take my dildo from the night stand; lay on the bed, my legs wide open. I push the toy inside me, moving it in and out with one.