We kept kissing and touching each other while moving towards my bed. I wasn't going to be outdone by her, and pushed her onto the bed. I parted her le...s, and got my first look at her pussy. It was gorgeous, pink, soaking wet, and, to my surprise, completely shaved, unlike my little blonde patch. I went down on her, licking and slurping her juices, while rubbing my pussy.Oh, did I mention I have a tongue piercing? It's amazing for oral fun, no matter if it's a girl or a guy. Once I go down on. You said it was the Jensen's house, along the lake from here? Doyou know her phone number?" No, I don't have it." It must be in the phone book, I'll get it after dinner," she said.***For the rest of dinner my stomach was in turmoil. There was no doubtthat my mom and Mrs. Jensen would figure out that I had deceived themboth and I would be in big trouble.I stood next to my mother when she called Janet's mom."Hi, Mrs. Jensen?" my mom said."Yes, whose is this?" I could hear the voice on the other. You were doing research — on Debussy, wasn’t it?’ ‘That’s right,’ she said, smiling. Such an unbelievable smile, so unexpected and, he suspected, so rarely given. ‘Have you had dinner yet?’ ‘No, not yet,’ he remembered saying as he took in her eyes, and her lips. The gentle sweep of those lips, the warmth within meeting frost, the vapor that formed and so suddenly gone. ‘Would you like to…? ‘Someplace quiet. I’d like to go someplace quiet,’ she said slowly, ‘someplace I can watch your eyes, and. She turned at looked at him while pretending to look out of the window, a handsome guy with his Panama hat and well-manicured beard. Idly she wondered what it would feel like with that beard tickling her pussy. She pushed the thought from her mind but only with difficulty as she felt the familiar stirrings within her now moist pussy, jeez but the thing had a mind of its own she thought. The bus had soon arrived at the hotel and still in a daze from the closeness of Paul’s thigh and her.