But at that moment, they stop what they doing and both turned to you looking at you with both passion and desire and not saying a word they go back to...what they were doing. You find yourself now standing over them. Your hands begin to explore your body, one hand squeezing your nipples. The other hand finding its way down between your legs entering the top of your g-string your fingers finding their way to the lips of your pussy. As you gently caress your clit with your fingers. . She didn't until about a week later. By now I was fairly used to is and when she went a little higher to my nipples, i just let her. It was electric. The next time this happened, she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and told me not to be nervous. She turned out the lights except for a purple lava lamp and I knew I had to make a decision--object or let it happen. I missed the touch of my boyfriend so much that I just let it go. She kissed me again with open mouth and I kissed back. It was. ” She led me by the hand to her bedroom, where she watched me proudly as I undressed for her. She lay back on the bed and said, “Fuck me.”I knelt between her thighs and looked down at her, dark brown and plump, her breasts rolling onto her sides as she held her arms up to me. Her thighs were splayed open and up, her cunt open and eager for me, the lips engorged and swollen; her eyes were filled with hunger for me, eager for me to spear her, thrust into her, use her for our mutual pleasure, and. I didn’t have anything, so you must have. ‘Fess up.’ ‘Alright, alright. I don’t know where to start, though.’ ‘The beginning works for me.’ ‘Annie, have you any idea how annoying you are?’ ‘Yeah, some. Come on.’ So I started. I told her about Birch, in the park. About the knife, and the game. I told her about the embarrassingly desperate masturbation when I got home. I carried on from there, and told her about the saga with the skirt, and the panties, and the photos. I went and got the photos.