Nothing out of the ordinary,’ he pointed out. She lifted cool, true turquoise eyes and they instantly fascinated him. In the light of day, he could...clearly see how crystalline they were and how thick those whipping black eyelashes were that framed them so perfectly. He had initially thought they were ‘falsies’ as Sharon called them, but they were all hers. At any rate, Charly Meeren didn’t strike him as a woman who wore cosmetics, let alone false eyelashes. ‘You’re staring again.’ ‘I. Her long legs (have I told you what great legs Pippa has? well she does) were encased in dark shiny stockings and her feet in red high heeled shoes, with straps high up around her slender ankles. Her blouse was white; the top buttons were undone, allowing the sight of a lacy red bra, and the tops of the swelling breasts that were being restrained by that lucky garment."I can see you like what you see" she said in a broad West Midlands accent, far removed from Pippa's normal speaking voice "are. It moves up and down with strokes more mechanical than sensual, but the mere touch and the knowledge that I can force this tiny beauty to do what I want sets me quivering. I roll my hips forward, pushing my clit down onto her tongue and pulling her head in with both hands. I do this over and over, each grind of my clit between her tongue and upper lip sending a pop like a firecracker up from my groin. Each pop pushes another wave up my body, receding then rising again, the tide reaching my neck. "Will you watch me again in a little while?"I nodded, then went over to the beam to help Traci with her cartwheels.I wished I knew what was bothering Kelly. At least today she wasn't biting my head off. But she didn't seem to be having any fun. Life is supposed to be fun. Especially when you're twelve.Then I had an idea.I told Tami about it as we stood together while Traci showed me the routine she and Tami had put together. Routines for beam and floor are a combination of dance and gymnastics..