I never loved him, until I grew to know love. By that time, he had already left. ‘What are you doing?’ his voice skipped off into the sound of th... hushing trees. However, I was not able to reply. My hand swept down into the coloured paste, the same colour that his skin radiated. Willingly, I traced a line of this paste onto either side of my face. My cheeks blushing, burning underneath the colour I knew to be his, and all he could do, was watch in confusion. I picked up a second world of. She is perfect in every way.Kelly: you telling that to the wrong person.Ethan stood up and left everything as is and walked up stairs. He knocked on Amber’s door but heard no reply.Ethan: Amber, its me.There was silence for a few minutes then she spoke.Amber: come in.Ethan opened the door, entered the room and closed it behind him. Amber was laying on her bed in her PJs. Her eyes were red and puffy, signs of days of constant crying. He walked up to the bed and sat next to her.Ethan: are. 5 weighing not more than 50 , fair guy with a smooth body, he had a bright clear eyes, when he sits in the beam bag with his hair flowing thru his face, combining with his little smile on his rosy curvy lips, you ll be confused whether its a girl, he had a healthy thick red upper lips, a protruding one while the lower lips are rosy and smooth, his body was lean with a brown nipple, he keeps touching his nipples when we sit and talk, not in a horny way but thats its habit.Anyways, that night we. . I hear him mutter something about my being dry and dispite all, I blush.His finger touches me with a cold wet cream... He slides his finger around my pussy all the while talking. Is my body responding? I feel wetter, I can feel my muscles clench and release around his finger. I can feel my body begin to respond. "the female creates her own wetness as it enables the male penis to..."on and on. He begins to name parts of my vagina while he strokes it and touches.His fingers plays over my clit.