Her low moans were the music to me, and my baton was wanting to do the conducting.Her smooth stomach was the most sensitive across her c-section scar....Her hands shoved my head lower, toward the patch of thin, light hair… “She’s a true blonde,” was the only thought that crossed my mind. And there it was…My lips and tongue went directly to work on labia and clit. I slipped a finger into her hole and was surprised to find it as tight as it was. It took a little time to get the second one worked. It was a habit from the summer between my junior and senior years in high school. Over the years, I found that I liked the feeling. I gave my body a touch-up.Why was I doing that? I had no intention of removing my clothes tonight until after Jack went home. I realized that I still enjoyed getting pretty.I dried off and dressed. I was wearing my usual undies. Over the years, I had found that I liked to wear fancy panties and bras. They gave me a confidence even when no one saw them but me. I put. She clasped my thumb so hard I could hardly move it. This was indeed a tight young pussy. I remember thinking about how this would feel on my cock if I could even get it in which clearly was not possible in this circumstance. The more she squeezed and thrust the more fluid leaked down. I was enjoying rubbing the juices between her thighs and arse cheeks and fucking her with my thumb. With no deliberate effort, I could feel the first two fingers on my left hand tracing the line of skin. " The thought was lame, but maybe it would be the mental push she needed. She already had everything else she wanted, anyway.Abby closed her eyes and wished. She wasn't demanding or unrealistic or egotistical. Only a single kiss, the matter of a minute, to help her get to the life she wanted to live. She wished to kiss Corina, to feel what it was like, to learn how to do it properly, and build her confidence.The blonde tried to picture it in her mind. It couldn't be just a peck on the cheek,.