She was snuggled up to me and, as we watched Jimmy Stewart walk down the lane with Harvey, she asked, "Do you ever have fantasies about me?" Since the...day I met you," I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow warm; I could not recall the last time I had blushed. "Do you have them about me?" Yeah." She sat up and reached for her glass of soda on the coffee table. She was wearing red baggy sweats with an over-sized black long-sleeved blouse. Her socks matched the shirt. Putting the glass down she took. I entered the house and closed the door again. Mala was life less and her friend was at the same stage. Both were wearing their school dress, but I found their panty and bra scattered here and there as they could not wear those with a hurry to open me the door. I asked Mala about the other girl. She replayed me with a throbbing voice that she was her best friend Hena and studying in her class. I found Hena a very cute and very good-looking girl. She was very pretty. I asked them to sit beside. It seems like he was thinking the same and pulled Lisa back up and turned her around with her back to him. He grabbed hold of her zipper and slowly unzipped her dress. Oscar got around to record all the action and quickly moved back to stand in front of Lisa to record how Mark slowly let her dress fall to the floor. Oscar asked “Hey Jon get my cell and use it to take some nice stills of how we are going to use this bitch. Aren’t you going to join in with the fun?” Lisa tried replied, “Yes Jon. Sometimes I hold my tongue mostly still, and give a soft gentle touch to the clit. I use my head and neck muscles to give the slightest movement, without moving my tongue directly. It transmits the gentlest, teasiest, slightest pulse of movement precisely on her pleasure spot, not enough to really send her soaring, but it builds anticipation, draws her attention to what’s coming, clears her mind of anything but sheer sensation, and it’s not quite enough. My hands remain still. There’s a frozen.