” It was true. Kate had always been kind of a tom-boy with a very plain fashion style, often mocking the current trends with fun-loving contempt. ... Over the last few times that I had visited my friends, however, I had witnessed a gradual transition in her appearance as she cautiously began to adopt a much more stylish and feminine look. Even her hair had evolved from a short, plain boyish style into a shoulder length do, containing hints of blonde that accented her facial features. No matter how much I told him I didn’t want to listen to it, he wouldn’t shut up. Everyday was the same, he’d command me, and he’d plead with me to be happy again, to leave his father, or find another man. I began to shut my ears to him, and dread when it came time for him to come home. I knew he had my best interests at heart, but he was starting to make me miserable. I noticed one day while he endlessly went on about my happiness that his body language had changed and he looked at me. He has one hand at her mound. His fingers circle her clit and play with those two long matches, which stick out from her pee-hole to prevent her to piss without his explicit permission. Her pressure with the fresh flesh pleasures is a terrific turn-on to her. Surely she soon explodes in cramping contractions, which milk his manhood. Moreover, naughty nerd virgin Vanessa fondles his balls and at the surpreme moment she enters the tip of a finger in his hairy hole. Poor Professor Peter can't. I shifted my hand to the other side and began fondling her with quite some dexterous passion of my own. During this phase both of us had slipped further down the couch and Marion was almost on her back. Slipping my hand up beneath her jumper took us both to the next level. She emitted a couple of "Ohhs" as my hands sought to cross the borderline between soft curvy skin and what lay beneath the edge of that flimsy little bra. I knew little about erect nipples but those that I found that.