. Mmmm," she sighed as Olive stroked hernipples, hands down at her crotch. "You must try this!"The taste was sharp, like mild soap and tangy perfume, ...ut I kept at it,glad to be out of public view. And the eroticism of the two girls,caressing themselves and each other in the oozing bubbles, aroused meintensely. At the same time, I was still flushed with embarrassment tothink how nude and feminine I looked. And to be photographed this way!Again there was that strange mixture of titillation and. Love the feel of those stockings. You make no effort to stop me, and in fact, gently place your hand on top of mine. The sexual tension is unmistakable and highly charged. We continue chatting, gradually moving closer, my hand now feeling the softness of your skin above the stocking line. I lean towards you and place a very tentative kiss on your soft lips. You respond by opening your lips to mine and running your tongue gently along the length of my lips before I do the same, our tongues. Her eyes were dark, also, and gleamed with intelligence, they gave away nothing, but one could always see the small flame burning beneath the surface. Her skin was white as snow and soft, oh so delicate and kissable, every man dreamt of kissing her, biting her neck and seeing what sort of treasures laid beneath her gown. She was slight in build, but her curves were ample enough to make any man appreciate womanhood. She knew, uneasily, what her fathers friends imagined when they looked at her.. The Tight Veins had a big hit and were growing in popularity, but Brittany didn't care. She was here for Flutterdung. She wanted to see if she could get backstage early.Brittany made it to the front of the line. She handed the guard her ticket. He looked college-aged."What's this?" he said."It's a Backstage Pass!" Brittany said proudly."I don't think so." Yes, it is. I got it from KUNT radio." This isn't a ticket to the concert." It's not just a ticket. It's a backstage pass." Brittany was.