I'm not a child anymore. I'm eighteen and it would be okay if we had sex together. I could please him in more ways than one. I really want him to t...uch me. I’d like to have an affair with him. I’m not sure if he’s married, although he does where a ring. He might be widowed or something like that. My pussy aches to be touched by him. After my lessons, I’m so worked up and need to blow off steam. My pussy by this time is a wet mess. I lie down on my bed and move my fingers all over the. One more lick only one more. “Oh my god.” inarticulate noises of enjoyment left my throat, my thighs shook.As I lay in repose, recovering from the blissful haze of my completion, I felt your body shift, light kisses peppering my skin. First my inner thigh, then my mons, belly, breasts, and finally my lips were reclaimed in a kiss. I could taste myself on your tongue; smell myself on your skin. My nostrils flared and I groaned, leaning in to suckle on your tongue. The tip of your cock nudged my. We didn’t give a fuck about what people thought of us. We’d often wear crop tops and shorts when going out and backless dresses when partying in clubs. We talked about everything, intimate stuff included. We talked about our first times, about how our boyfriends did in bed, and literally everything.Even after being so close, I wasn’t attracted to her that way, and neither was she. But when she turned 19, she found out she’s bisexual. She found girls attractive, and she even had a girlfriend for. With a very shaky voice Janice convinced her husband she was fine and quickly finished her shower; as she was drying herself she suddenly had the desire to shave her hairy cunt and quickly searched the cabinet for a throw away wet razor. Then sitting on the side of the bath she quickly applied lashings of her husband's shaving foam and once more experienced a minor orgasm as she massaged the foam into her jet black hairs; ten minutes later she was bald between the legs and could not believe how.