"Mmmm. I see you have a nice cock," she said. "Have you ever made love to a girl before?" Err, no." Would you like to touch my breasts? I don't mind."... gulped and said, "I'd like that very much." I cupped both breasts with my hands and manipulated them."They're really nice. Can I suck them?" Oh, yes," she said as I lowered my mouth to her nipples."Is this what you wanted to see when you looked through the shower windows at camp?" Yes, but I really wanted to see pubic hair. I love your thick. (‘I hated your mustache,’ Beth whispered to her sleeping love.) You shaved off that terrible mustache just for me and I can’t wait until your hair grows out. And then there is my beautiful pin, I found out what the leaves in my hand meant to you… I…. I’m going to start crying and wake you for sure…. stop it Beth! When I first saw your house, now our house, and the barns and the trees and fields, I so wanted to live there. I felt as if I belonged there, as if benevolent hands were pushing me. Kathy had taken Janice's hands and pushed them up under her shirt, then had squeezed them.Kathy had pretty big tits already, and even through her bra, Janice could feel her nipples harden. She then grabbed Janice's tits and pulled her in close and kissed her hard on the lips. Thinking back on it, she remembered feeling funny and now realized it wasn't fear in the pit of her stomach, but twitching in her pussy. When Kathy let go and put her hands on her cheeks and pulled her in even closer,. No…a click. The door closing. I sit up in position, abandoning my blanket and sitting straight up, my feet beneath me, knees in front, then spread, my hands on the floor, and tits pushed out. Looking down at the floor. I’m getting wet… I can hear him moving, I mustn’t feet, not until I am signaled to do so. He doesn’t speak either, he usually uses body language, or signals to communicate with me. He speaks now and then, particularly if I’m really good – or really bad…I can’t look at him either,.