The hood was raised and I escapedthe heat and the noise and was ready for my styling.Gretchen took Diane by the hand and guided her to Styling Station...#3 andMax was eager to get me into his clutches at Styling Station #4. As asituated myself into the styling chair, the mirror beckoned to me. I wasentranced at what I saw. A lovely young lady with her hair in curlersstared back at me. The difference in having a professional set my hairand Mother or I doing it was immense. The preciseness of the. They are moist andpungent with her juices."Oh you are so naughty; I'm not sure what you're doing is even legal"Polly giggles and pulls aside the gusset of her panties and forcesMichele's face into her sex.Michele's tongue explores Polly's labia and finds her hooded clitoris.It is erect and as soon as she licks it Polly pushes Michele's face intoher crotch and writhes with pleasure."OOOOhhhhhh!!!!!" she moans.Michele licks Polly's clitoris with long slow strokes and graduallyincreases the. His knees shoved my legs apart as he hungrily licked and sucked at my breasts. “Mmmmm good” I moaned as I felt his hard cock throbbing against my thigh. I wanted to tell him no but I did have such a difficult time saying no to sex. Now I was quite aroused by him coming unannounced and seeing me at my worst and still wanting me. I felt his hand graze across my pussy through the thin piece of material the thong offered. He ground his fingers against me feeling how wet I already was, his fingers. It was as though he was too shy to try and copy Ahmet. As he kept looking at my front I became more and more sure that they had talked about me, but that Ib didn't dare to try going for my breasts. I found it more amusing than arousing; it was kind of nice to have that effect on these young boys.When the dance ended I looked around for Ahmet and finally noticed him with a very pretty girl, looking very much like him, obviously his sister. He hadn't seen me, and it appeared that his sister.