Katerina could almost feel his skin under her hand, imagining its texture on her fingertips. She would kiss him as he’d never been kissed before... She would press her body against his, then reach down to take his mighty organ into her fist. Oh, that would be the most wonderful feeling of all, actually to touch his magnificent tool; to undress him; to uncover his body. Yes… she wanted to unzip him, to reach inside his clothes… Katerina felt her own arousal as his thickening. Hearing crackling sounds in the bush does not bother us, I think as I look over to see a young couple stunned yet grinning. The man pulls his girl back into the bushes as my lover’s balls tighten as he shouts loud. “Cummmmmming,” I yell as the feeling of fullness again sends me over the edge. He leans over me placing his head on top of my breasts. We both enjoy the afterglow of a wonderful and so fulfilling sex. As our breath becomes normal he asks, ‘Was that good?’ ‘We had peeping toms.’ We. . afterall, we would both be females. We would walk around the house in the briefest of clothes and even naked, if that's how we felt. We would hug and cuddle each other whenever one of us felt "low", or just because we "needed" a hug. We would spend hours, in the evenings, dressed in our finest peignoirs, our legs tucked up under the flowing d**** of our gowns, discussing anything and everything of interest to two females. My Aunt would tell me stories of her girlhood, her fist date, her. Her shirt stuck to her jersey and she noticed just a moment too late when her shirt nearly came up to her bra. Her face went crimson as she pulled her shirt down but Robert had seen. He had seen the body that he dreamt about, and was not disappointed. It was better than he had imagined. Her stomach was surprisingly toned and he caught a tiny glimpse of a pink bra. All this was too much for the teacher. He had to see more of that perfect body and taste that flawless skin. Before now he had never.