Of course they were rather juvenile fantasies, but you were my big sister, my idol. I wanted very much to be like you then." The blonde never bothered...to explain that those fantasies still exist when she lay awake late at night."But you never said a word?" Sheryl put down her wine goblet, feeling a bit light headed at the information she was forced to process as well as the alcohol."What was I supposed to say, 'I think about licking your cunt'?" Becky was always had a fouler mouth than her. .....then one of her hands to is there, pulling her knickers to one side, and finally, I can see the object of my desire: my mistresses beautiful pussy, the carmine coloured lips engorged and wet with her juices, her clitoris nestled between them...I admire her for a few moments, then unable to wait any longer dip my head, stick out my tongue, and slowly lick from low down up to the top, to her clit, savouring the smell, taste and texture of her. She gasps and moans quietly, and I repeat the. Before that they were a rare sight, and after I had to stop worshipping Her, a rare sight anywhere, including magazines, until the Internet came along. There were Spick & Span sites, and girls who posed often wearing stockings. My collection of raised skirt, stocking-tops and knicker-show pics began to grow at a faster rate than ever. Better still, I found it was possible to correspond with models by email, and had quite a few ‘worshipping at a distance’ experiences. In the decade before the. Come on pokey get undressed, lets enjoy being free. NUDE?Yes who's going to see us? If someone sees us you'll never see them again so why do you fuckin' care?That's the first time I heard mom swear let alone use the “F” word.I took my top off, my bra, shorts and thong.Better baby, I'm loving your bald pussy. Now lets go for a walk.Umm well OK?We walked out of the tent. In a strange way I already enjoyed being free. I'm a nudsit! It's a cool feeling one that's hard to explain. Everyone should.