I am thinking how tight she is on my finger, that when my cock is in her it is really going to feel great to feel those pussy walls gripping my dick l...ke that. I pull my finger out of her love hole and move my head down kissing her stomach and moving my body until I am between her spread legs. She looks down at me, biting her fingers on her one hand waiting to see what I was going to do. I kiss the inside of her legs, rub my thumb across her swollen clit, and take my fingers on each hand and. While the feelings it generated in me, drew me toward my self-appointed task, it also exacerbated my case of nerves. Would I really be able to do this? "So how's Harry?" As soon as I said it, I felt stupid: so how's Harry. It seemed so lame once it was out of my mouth. And yet I knew that was just my own mind playing tricks on me. "Oh fine," said Chris. I detected just a hint of confusion in her face. And I knew that despite my nerves I'd delivered my smile in just the right way. "Oh, you. “c’mon in, Jake. I’ll be right down!”I went inside and made myself at home. Emily came downstairs in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair was wet. “I went swimming before and wanted to wash the chlorine off,” she said, reading my mind.We ate the pizza and chatted. She told me about her school plans for next year; I talked about my experiences in college. Things got quiet for a few minutes. Then Emily asked me about the women at school. When I pressed her as to what she meant, she told. "He got his hair permed recently, didn't he?" sheasked. "Yes, a few months ago." I said and handed my mother an endwrap. "Well, you two can be perm pals." This was actually said, mymother obviously not knowing of my dream and apparent desire to be hisgirlfriend. I had no idea what she meant by "perm pals," but all Icould think of was us holding hands. I thought about backing out on theperm, but my mother had done such a good job and deep down, I wantedbadly to have my hair curled. My mother.