Rien que d’y penser, et hop, cela inonde ma culotte d’un délicieux nectar … C’est un moyen pour moi d’avoir un rapport aux hommes basé su... le fantasme, l’érotisme : de votre côté je vous imagine déjà en train d’ouvrir l’enveloppe avec ma petite culotte, de la regarder, de la toucher, de la renifler, de la lécher, …. ma toute petite culotte. Elle comporte des odeurs savoureuses, des petites traces coquines. Les hommes ne peuvent l’ignorer quand ils savent que mes fesses ou mon sexe ont frotté. The performance was on the 18th. March, Saturday week, I knew that Mum was not working and I had arranged with Maggie that I should take the day off. ‘Oh, darling, that is fantastic,’ Mum got up and leaned right over the table to give me a kiss on the cheek. Our eyes met for just a brief second but the full impact of the promise that they held was unseen by anybody else. ‘It doesn’t stop there!’ Maggie enthused, nudging me again, ‘Go on tell her!’ ‘OK,’ I took a deep breath, ‘I’ve also. We made sweet passionate love on my couch for a long time. I nuzzled into her neck and made shivers run up her spine. Pauline not only looked good but she tasted good too. Her honey pot tasted like fresh picked peaches. Honestly! It might have been some flavor that she had added but it tasted great and I could hardly stop eating her long enough to fuck her. Pauline sure enjoyed having a cock half her age give her cervix a tickle. I gave her three orgasms then I cum in her powerfully. Pauline. "Hi, Jane. Want to come up?" No, we should head out, so we're not late. You are the guest of honour, after all." Oh, okay, I'll be down in five." Guest of honour - what did that mean? It must have to do with the initiation. I went to the bathroom to check my makeup, took several deep breaths and walked downstairs to the entrance of the unit block."Wow, you look stunning!" Jane commented. "You'll be the hit of the party right off." Aw thanks, Jane. Let's go. I'm jittery, and I don't want to back.