Her white tank top was soaked and clinging to her body. Her round, wet breasts heaved against the translucent fabric as she caught her breath. She wor... pale grey leggings that were also translucent wet.The round shapeliness of her thighs and pussy struck Jagger's vision hard. She wore nothing under the leggings to obscure the impudent pout of her sex lips. Even in the sunlight, her complexion was still the color of almonds, and her eyes were shaped like them.He raised his eyes to meet hers.. The scent from her perfume was captivating. We started talking, mainly polite conversation, but by her third sherry she started to talk more about her self, that she always wanted children but couldn't have because she was not a real woman. She asked me if I have noticed that she isn't a "real" woman. I said that I had a vague idea that it might be like that. She took my hand and said:"I'm glad you are honest, but don't you think I'm pretty?"."Oh, you are, very". She smiled. Oh yes, she was. I did the next best thing instinctively straightening up and causing my short hemline, to go higher up my thighs, enough to show I was nude under it.This is what naughty girls on the game did, they gave a free look-see to entice the horny man to want it even more, and a hand shot out and a finger, felt the wetness, part me and part ejaculation, as I never wiped myself after he cummed on me, "God you're so fucking wet", came the voice as his finger slipped into my pussy and I stood there letting. While it was not a large room there were plenty of built in bookcases and a stereo but no TV. This room was for quiet contemplation and conversation with close friends. From the second floor the parents could discreetly supervise the behavior of their c***dren. As they sat on the love seat chatting Lizzie posed like a perfect lady, with knees pointed toward Vivian and ankles crossed. As they chatted Lizzie loosened up a bit and unbuttoned her suit coat and pulled her left leg up and folded it.