Her hip bones protruded forward a little, but not so much that it detracted from the overall picture. Her hands clasped together in font of her cunnii... hiding her femininity. Put you hands behind your head. She complied slowly, nervously, but she complied. I sat down on the nearest settee to me so that I could look her over. Gill could not be called a beauty. At twenty three or so, her face was more than passable, but the slightness of frame and her timidity did nothing for her. It indicated a. ’ She bit her lip. ‘But – you’ll be a great dad, Gavin.’ Despite the truth in her words, saying them hurt her more than she expected. He snorted derisively. ‘It’s true. Once the shock wears off, you’ll be excited about it. I know you will,’ she said reassuringly. He made a noncommittal sound and she saw him running his hands through his hair. ‘So, when is she due, anyway?’ Nina asked, trying to find the positive of the situation. ‘Have you been able to see the baby on an ultrasound yet?’ ‘No –. He asked me to wait, but I was so horny because of all his playing with my nipples and cock while I was driving. I said, “I can’t wait anymore bitch”. I turned him towards me and started to kiss his lips. Then I took my hand behind his head, pushed his head much closer and we kissed hard. He was so horny he started to bite my lower lips and he was sucking it.I broke the kiss and went down near his neck and licked it. He moaned, “Ahhhahhhhh..”Now I started to bite his neck. He started to moan. Whole stories were scribed on there. Some had been there years, and I mean years. All had their use. I admit to wanking over the same stories many many times, on my quieter visits to the cottage. Many of the stories featured graphic, blatant kinky sex, and some were more generalised. There wasn’t much gay talk – it can all be described as sex, but not featuring males as much as females / girls. There were big pictures almost expertly drawn, often depicting girls with huge boobs in stockings.