He looked adorable. Dripping. His skin was glowing wet. Dark shadows outlined his magnificent young body. Holding his feet up, I could feel the mad pu...se pounding in his lovely ankles. His high-arched feet were so cute stuck up in the air, they looked tense but perfect, like a little lion cub’s big paws preparing to pounce. And oh how he purred, purred and screamed, and screamed some more. His long sexy legs and thick slender thighs strained to my control - they were so lean and hot, with. I was myself of complete horniness.I spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and playing beach volley . Each time the guys would pull in the water, hold me everything, I even felt hands on my pussy. The afternoon over, we went to relax on the grass, as I laid down, Tony the “Captain” came to me and said “Sheila, come to me . I’ll show something you’ve never seen before”He tended his hands to me invitingly. Holding his hand in response, I said, “What you want to show me Tony”“Sheila just follow. Writers have waxed poetic about first kisses. I have to admit that up until that point in my life I had wondered what all the fuss was about. In my mind a kiss was merely a prelude, a necessary preparation for that ultimate connection between man and woman. I was rather proud of my osculatory abilities but it was never a goal, only an interim step in a process that led to sexual union. That may sound cold and sterile and that sterility may have been at least a symptom of my inability to forge a. My sisters had lots of friends, who often slept over. As I approached puberty, I became very aware of girls, getting more and more excited at the idea of their being naked in the same house, and seeing them in their nightgowns, bra-less. I frequently masturbated in the old bathroom while girls bathed in the other, which was off the girls' room, knowing I was not two feet away from a naked girl, the tub being just on the other side of the wall. Finally, I got an idea-- one that paid dividends.