But she was still looking forward to being able to say 'I'm 15 going 16'.It had been a hard, deprived life so far, but she still seemed to have a stro...g inner self. Although she was struggling at school, it was because of the constant disruption of changing and missing school, rather than her intelligence. She was smart enough to know that when she was able to attend class, she was bright and quick, picking up things first go.Unfortunately, she rarely had an opportunity to make friends, moving. I wrapped my arms around her legs and positioned myself as comfortable as I could and gave her a long lick not missing an inch of her pussy. There it was, my first taste of a girl. Sweet, bitter, salty.. my tastebuds were asking for more, so I kissed her pussy deeper. Her hands made their way to my hair tugging and directing my mouth cheering it on with every breath she took. Pushing my tongue into her crevice, discovering her soft tissue wet with juices accepting me was one of the best. ..like I was supposed to do when at her 'beck and call'."Lick my pussy," Janice said, delighted to give me the direct command.***Of all the changes to which I was forced to submit, this was perhapsthe most pleasurable: I spent a lot of time between my wife's legs.It started as soon as she got home. Always, I would greet her, dropimmediately to my knees, wait for her to raise her skirt, and then kissthe crotch of her panties where it covered her pubic mound. The samething happened every morning. He took out his keys and selected one, saying, "Let's get inside and get comfortable."Warren unlocked the door, and ushered Glenda inside. She walked in and removed her raincoat and handed it to Warren. She wore a striking black cocktail dress held up by thin straps. Warren got a glimpse of abundant cleavage as she sank down into a white leather couch. Glenda crossed her legs and her dress rode high up on her thighs. It was obvious to him Glenda was not wearing her normal working clothes, a.