The barista's name was Emil and he texted that he wanted to meetme TOMORROW at a tavern that was fortunately located close to our house.When I exited ...he bathroom I asked Sis if she thought I could pass for21. She said maybe wearing a dress and lots of makeup you could pass for18.The next day I waited in great apprehension for everyone to FINALLYleave for the day. As soon as the last person was out the door I hurriedto put on my makeup and then my prettiest dress. But in my haste my toegot. He smiled down at me before leaning in to kiss me. “What time do you have to be home?” he asked as we came up for air. “My opinion, never; but my mother says by two,” I said smiling at first and frowning by the end. Jeff frowned too and kissed me again. We spent the next hour or so playing, kissing, and talking. He slipped his hand down my jeans and rubbed my panties against my lips and I slipped my hand down his pants and into his underwear. We did not have sex, but we each got off to the. I glided my finger up and down over my slit, tickled my clit, and finally slipped my finger into my hole. It was already hot and wet, which was no surprise. It seemed like it was always wet lately. When I finished brushing my hair, I playfully flicked my nipples with the bristles, which sent chills right down to my pussy. I let the bristles tickle me all the way down my body, and end up on my crotch. I stroked the brush over my clit, legs spread wide. It felt so good, I turned the hairbrush. . when his thumbs flicked across her stiff nipples. Her hips jerked involuntarily against him. "Is this OK?" Mike asked . . . somewhat concerned. With her eyes wide and her face reflecting her pleasure, Emma only nodded. Mike's fingers found her breasts again. His thumbs and forefingers gently squeezed and tugged the little nubs. "AHHHHHHHH!!" Emma moaned and her hips ground even harder against him. MMmmmmmm ............ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ............... AHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Both her mom and.