” The carving felt warm in my hand and despite the fact that it was made from some sort of stone, its texture felt soft and yielding like human fles.... It was what I imagined a woman to be like when sexually aroused and ready for penetration. The old man stood looking at me, waiting. Once having the figurine in my grasp, I found myself reluctant to let her go. I had the odd feeling not so much that I wanted to possess her, but that she wanted to possess me. There was a strange sense of bonding. “Shh, my dad will hear you,” I said placing my finger against my lips. “Shit sorry,” he responded as I climbed into his mustang. “Well you look damn hot baby,” he said scanning my legs with his eyes. “Freshly shaven,” I said as I ran my hands down my thighs. “Mmm,” he hummed as he accelerated away from my house. We talked as he drove passing sexual innuendos back and forth. He placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed, before slowly sliding his hand up between my legs. After his hand passed. Are they better of, also in terms of intimate independance?The teen introduces herself as 'Amber Ambrosia'... "Just call me Ammy, as all my friends do." Amazingly, Ammy is as open as a book, especially in comparison to Susanne, who'd hard times confessing her erotic experience before she finally gave in to my autority. And my temporarily demands as her mighty Master and Professor of Erotics. Ammy admits she's still a virgin, although she thinks she knew all about intimacies and intercourse.... .......Rosa agreed and we were finally left alone. We talked for about another hour and a half and decided to call it the night.......we walked across the street to grab a coffee so we could sober up....In the coffee shop the lights were much brighter than in the bar there I had a better look at Rosa, man was she plump, her tits are so huge I could tell that they were full of meat not the ones that sag down, hers look like they stick up and in front. I could not take my eyes off her breasts,.