Being wet was not an issue any longer. I could hear our moist skin slapping together as I bounced up and down. "Wait. Turn the other way," I told Just...n. I wanted to make sure Chris could see the pleasure I was having. The sex was good. Very good. Maybe not as good as I demonstrated, but that was the point. I sat back and cupped my very full tits, to show myself off. Not knowing what else to do just then, I put my chin down and started to lick my own nipples. It was then that I saw Chris wince. I know everybody around here and I would have met you before. She pulled her license out and showed me her address. I said well fuck me, she cut me off before I could finish and said love to then turned bright red. We sat and talked for most of night( I drank) she didn't. She said she had to leave a little before midnight and gave me her phone number (no cells back then).Monday night I called her and we talked for over an hour about who all I knew that went to her school and how we had never. Pushing my legs apart he leans in to lick and taste my pussy. He inhales my scent and whispers for me to tell him the details. "You're delicious," he murmurs to me, as I lean back on my elbows pushing my legs onto his shoulders and spread my thighs wider for him.I sigh deeply and arch my back to his hands that reach to roll my nipples between his fingers. “Tell me everything," he whispers again. “You’re so beautiful and I love your juicy pussy," he says. "Tell me where you were today. I want to. ..but on the other, the teasing he's enduring,while mild, is still more than he can easily deal with.Chris had grown up with his mother; his parents had divorced shortly afterhis birth and his father had moved across the country, and was only a distantpresence in his life. His mother had been bitterly disappointed in givingbirth to a boy, having longed for a girl. So she did the next best thing,keeping Chris in dresses, leaving his blonde hair long, buying him dolls toplay with.As Chris grew a.