"You promised to make me cum first, my love." By then, I guess we were in love, as much love as a pair of raunchy thirteen year olds can comprehend. H... reached back to work my pussy; I could tell the position was not comfortable and so I hit him with step two. "Why don't you lick me, Sal?" To his credit, he didn't hesitate, but reversed himself to begin to eat his first pussy. He must have read some good books. As he licked, his hands kneaded my tits. I kissed his fingers and his tongue reacted. It's her turn and she chooses dare. "I dare you to let me finger you for one minute any way I want, meaning I can just gently rub your clit or I could slide two fingers deep inside you, but you have to take it for one minute straight." She sets a timer on her phone and says, "okay start!" Without wasting any time I start feeling how wet she is in between her pussy lips. I use her wet pussy to lubricate her clit and circle my fingers around her clit, pressing against just hard enough that. We had both inherited my father’s small stature and smooth skin. I was short for a boy, and despite several hours in the gym a week, had never grown any muscle, leading to a slim physique. Lastly, since I pretty much never grew hair below my eyebrows, I had resigned myself to remain my effeminate self. Why should I worry about something I could not change ? My little sister was similarly proportioned, though much cuter and her breasts were just starting to bud out, same with her other assets.. But, we were younger then and thought it was just a wonderful sneak show. She had beautiful shapely breasts, and the smooth upper slopes seemed like a promised land. She gave me a drink, a headache tablet, a view down her blouse, and said goodnight. I lay there, wishing, lusting. The following morning I still had a headache, but I got up and dressed, hoping to go on the fishing trip we’d been promised by Pete's dad. Mrs. Sellers was having none of it. “You look far too pale to be going out for.