While it was fun tormenting Mel’s cherry-red nipples, I eventually took pity on her. I kissed my way down her slender body, taking the scenic route ...o map out Mel’s erogenous zones, all the while savouring her delicious natural body smell.Eventually, as I approached the cause of the sticky patch on my stomach, Mel’s natural smell became overpowered by the musky scent of her arousal. Kissing my way in a circle around the outside of Mel’s pussy, the soft skin of my face detected a couple of. I never used to know who was having sex with whom at any particular time. I was not a gossip and it was not an open topic of conversation. One thing I knew for sure was that I wanted this boy and I so wanted him to want me. I did not know at the time if A. wanted sex with me or with anyone else for that matter. It was best not to ask around or risk being labelled a queer or a tart. If boys wanted sex with you, they would gather like bees round a honey pot. That had its upside. It also meant,. At least she hoped she did."Andrew?" she asked nervously, standing still as the hands squeezed her tits and the man ground himself against her."Shut up," the man growled in Andrew's voice. "Don't fight me, and I won't hurt you." A shiver ran down her spine. Suddenly, her pussy was getting wet, and she felt her nipples stiffening in his hands. Nothing and nobody turned her on more than Andrew, and that was the way it had been since she’d first entered puberty. She knew i****t was wrong, that. I shook my head as I thought about it I turned to look for her when I saw her sitting across from me she had her leg on the seat and her dress was pushed up above her waist and she was touching her pussy which already look wet, she looked at me with a come-hither look in her eyes, “So I hear you like Asian food.” I just licked my lips and nodded, Theresa laughed, “Well then I have something for you, you like?” I didn’t waste words. I got on my knees in front of her and began to run my tongue.