His fingers travel through the silken locks of her brown neatly trimmed bush as she moans as sign of assent that he should continue. Parting her outer...lips, his finger slips in with little effort. Is it the water that has made her so, or is it her own wetness. He feels a slicker fluid in her and he leans down to nuzzle her neck again. She giggles like a little girl and shrugs her shoulders at the way his beard and moustache tickle her. But soon that changes as a second finger enters her cleft. ”“It sounds like you’ve given that a lot of thought,” he commented.“I have Sir; I’ve been looking at stuff online and fantasizing about what it would feel like to experience those things.”He brushed his lips against mine, not kissing them, just sliding our lips together as he spoke so that our lips moved in unison whenever either of us said anything. “Are you excited?” He asked.“Yes Sir.”“Squeeze your breasts. Play with them as we talk.”“Yes Sir,” I whispered as my hands began to knead and. You get that in an agrarian society where people live from harvest to harvest. Underwear was gradually making an appearance, but something like panties, or whatever you wanted to call them, wouldn't start showing up until the 1840s, and then caused a lot of controversy."What did they do about their periods?" I asked. "They didn't have tampons." Pads," the teacher replied, "and they pinned them to their shifts. A lot of women were 'indisposed' during that time of the month. And the vast majority. This made me more suspicious and I told her that am not getting disappointed but suspicious. Then she told me that she really doesn’t know how to cover up her face and show me the rest of her body. Hearing this I literally Laughed Out Loud and said u don’t have to cover your face, you just need to focus the cam down below your face.But she dint reply anything about this, instead she started of asking about my personal life, about my relationships with gals and whether I ever had sex. I said.