I had good clear view of her and I attacked her boobs with lot of passion. I bit into her nipples and boobs like a madman. Pamela asked me to go slow....I pushed her skirt and panties downwards. I stripped her completely , I threw her on the sofa and started kissing her from head to toe. My hands were also exploring every square inch of her body. Pamela’s hands were busy stripping me. She got hold of my dick and started rubbing it vigorously. I started licking her pussy , she was wet and her. I nodded agreement. Jen grabbed one of the magazines and flipped through it, stopping on two pages of all pictures. The pictures showed a blond woman sitting on a mans face, his tongue extended toward her pussy, her hands were on his cock and balls. This is my favorite, she said looking at the pictures. Why is he doing that to her vagina? I explained that its called a pussy, and then explained that why he was doing that. I think Id had an orgasm, she exclaimed. A couple weeks ago I was rubbing. My father, Albert, was an only child. HIS father, Jessies husband had died when I was only 3 years old, I can still remember HIM vaguely, like a shadow figure in my mind. Father had promised HIS father to always keep a place for Grandmother, WHERE EVER he lived. Even though my father and mother, loved each other intensely and completely, and got along without arguments or anger this was the ONE thing my father would not do for HIS wife. He would not abandon HIS mother. I was a brat of nine. I. Julie's mousy pubes stood out under the dim light but Jane was shaved. Julie rushed to the front waving her white lace thong and Karl snatched it as Tara rewarded her with the champagne. Julie reached to retrieve her thong — but Karl tossed it into a group of lads.They cheered and Julie returned disgruntled but saw the funny side when Jane tossed hers into the crowd, too. I felt a twitch in my groin thinking about mini-skirts and pussy but the champagne washed away those thoughts as we.