In school, she had a hard time concentrating inanything other than a male body. She was aching to have aquickie, just to get off, but for the time bei...g she wassingle. And although she knew that a lot of guys wantedto get into her pants, she was too shy to make the firstmove. The only option, if you would like to call it one,was to masturbate in the bathroom or the girls' lockers.The problem of concentration was getting harder by theminute. She caught herself touching her itchy pussy overher. The look on her face was one of complete euphoria; a pleasant mixture of sexual contentment and total relaxation. Her delicate cheeks were flushed a dark pink and her eyes were glassy and half closed in a blissful trance; the light film of perspiration replaced by sheen of sweat. She let out a sexy little contented moan as her flowing pussy shifted around my cock still buried deep within her and she realized it was still very hard. She lay down on top of me, her moist velvet teddy sticking to. --“Adrian is into women’s clothing,” she declared out of the blue.“What, like a salesperson or a designer?” Henri responded, looking puzzled.She laughed loudly before composing herself.“No, like wearing it,” she giggled, “don’t you, Adrian?”I must have been as red as a beetroot, not knowing where to look, or whether to run out of the room.“I bought him some pretty panties and a satin nightdress earlier today. You should have seen the look on his little face.”“Oh nice,” said Henri, “lot’s of men. I lay on her other side. The nipple on the breast nearest to me was thick, elongated and hard. I sucked on it, and let a hand wander down her belly. My fingers moved over the smooth skin of her gash, slipped over the slickness of her gaping slit. I moved, knelt between her spread thighs, gazed at her lovely snatch. Her labia were large and fat, puffed and swollen, fanned back, and framed the big open gash of her groove. The inner flesh was dark pink, and glistened wetly. Her erect clitoris.