Like in Math, the scruff onhis chin once again makes me wonder what it's like to the touch. Imentally slap myself for thinking about it yet again, but...it's betterthan thinking about other things about boys like our different equipmentbetween our legs now.And now I've done it as that topic goes into my head. I feel like theother now, or maybe boys are the other. I think about what little I havedone with Ashley, and well, what I have seen in various, ahem, videos,online and well, do guys look at. His fingers gently manipulated the buttons on my dress. I only held my breath. But when his hands actually slipped into my bodice and touched my breast, I couldn’t help but give a nervous shudder. His hand dropped away and he met my eyes again. “You don’t like that?” I could feel myself blush. “I – Well, no one’s ever – ” He smiled. His teeth looked white in the dim light, like a wolf. Not breaking eye contact, he raised his hand again. I felt him slide gently under the fabric, his hand warm. I would generally used the term “dry humping” but it doesn’t apply well here: my butt was soaked with his saliva, and his cock was incredibly wet and slippery as well. I kept one hand awkwardly adjusting his front legs whenever needed, and with the other I pressed his cock against my butt to make sure it wouldn’t either slip out, or in towards me.As far as first experiences go, this one was exhilarating. Baxter was growling and panting heavily as he humped my ass, his dangling tongue dripping. I knew this was her Achilles heel from her previous comments. "You couldn't, could you." Sure, nothing could be easier," I smile at her discomfort, "do you want me to prove it to you." W-what, no," she stuttered "please no, I'll die from embarrassment." But surely you expose your body on the beach," I said, "I'm sure you look great in a small two piece bathing suit." No, no, I can't," she said."Then perhaps I can help you get over your embarrassment," I said."No, no, thank you," she looked.