Same witheringly regimented, suffocating church. But I didn’t know that then so I was very happy.I knew I was a pretty girl, knew my shape had shown...up kind of late but had shown up well. But again, being around the same people I never walked into a room that wasn’t full of people who hadn’t seen me the day before and the day before and the day before, so it was hard to tell if anyone really noticed. Dating wasn’t a major part of my life. I hadn’t had any major boyfriends, just boys to go to. Nice to meet you too."Inevitably we sat together and I was sat next to Dave and Jason, acrossfrom Chrissie. They made small talk. Jason and David were catching up atwarp speed. Chrissie was looking at me intently. I held the glass infront of my face and allowed the silent scrutiny. 'What the hell is shedoing here with Jason,' I thought. She was going to have a quiet night.She and I didn't speak as the men were chatting amidst jokes and memoriesof the past.I was eager to grab on to Dave for. Her labia minora still shrouded by a dense tuft of black hair, I parted her lips with my thumbs to reveal an engorged pinkish red pussy replete with white gooey cream trickling out. My first move was to lick out all of the white cream which was met with an almost surprised, "Ohhhhhhhhh." She had an ample clitoral hood so I managed to expose her clit with my fingers and proceeded to lick and roll it between my lips. It didn't take long for her to switch into 69 position and she must have really. "Between my ... down ... oh forget it." Mom's pussy was sore? From the cycling? "And I'm all sticky," she complained as she ran a finger across her breast and the paint that covered it. Paint that was now gooey and uncomfortable."I'll wash you," I said, then took her hand and before she knew what was going on, started to lead her to the bathroom. "And put lotion on your sore parts." You can't," she protested when she figured out what I was suggesting. I walked her into the large, marble floored.