’ I started to reply but she silenced me by kissing me full on the mouth. My body responded without me thinking, my arms encircling her and pulling...her close, even as my lips moved with hers and our tongues found each others. I had never experienced a more passionate kiss, nor had I ever experienced one so sweet. Her lips on mine were a symphony of hunger and passion, without losing any of the soft tenderness that makes a kiss one worth remembering forever. When she finally came up for air. "Mmmmmm!" Veronica moaned. "Oh yes. Do that again. Yessss, right there. There on my clitty."Hotdog/boy and Goliath/boy pulled their own hard cock out of the restrictive clothing and used their hands on them. Stroking them slowly to get them as hard as possible.Upstairs, Monique heard Veronica's moan barely. But she knew that things had already started. Though she wanted to see what was going on desperately, she had to stay where she was till the right moment presented itself. She just hoped. . . .yeah." she said, as she giggled as her little cheeks were rosy red now."Well that little flower bud is called your clitoris, and it's sorta like a man's penis. See - - we older men have a bigger penis than boys your age, yet, we don't have the luxury of a little vagina, so we have to stroke our penis until it gets big enough for us to hold it and than really stroke it hard and fast. Doing that gives us a very nice feeling, so we do it often, and we do it sometimes because it helps relieve. The floor of the bathroom was sticky, and I swear it smelled like dick. My pussy immediately flared out its lips and started leaking into my running shorts. I chose the middle stall and went in, clacking the lock shut behind me.I'd certainly heard of gloryholes before, but I had never encountered one until today. They were holes about seven inches around, with duct tape along the sides. The walls were, as I expected, lewd to say the least.I wiped off the toilet, placing ripped off squares of.