Her body becoming more and more excitedwith each passing stroke. 27, 28, 29, 30? Her ass and the backs of her thighsquite solidly red. 34, 35, 36, 37?...and I?ll be damned. The naughty little toycame for me. What a good girl she was. ?Mylovely toy Lisa, what a naughty girl you are. Cuming as I paddle that prettyass. Such a lovely show you give to me my pet. Threemore. Count.? Herpanting, squirming, writhing body obliged. 38? 39? 40. Good girl, oh yes, goodgirl. By this time I was quite ready to. Now Pancake lived a sheltered life. He never much thought about girls or sex, and he was quite the late bloomer. Something about that vibrant red hair, about her deep eyes and beautiful smile gave him feelings he never felt before. Now, when he woke up in the morning and wiped the sweat from his body and cock, he could make it feel so much better by thinking about this girl. He needed to find out about this girl. What her name was for one. She filled his every thought. She was so tiny, she must. And if Ilse hadn't said, "Girls, please, don't flash those boys!" I'm sure that I would have done exactly that. I already had my hands on the hem of my dress to lift it over my head. However, I think Ilse had asked us not to flash, because she had been a little afraid that it could get out of hand when we did this and enticed those boys.I'm sure that I don't have to explain how young boys sometimes behave when confronted with naked girls. And I think that Ilse had been a little afraid that. I brought my wet finger up between us and she sucked it dry.We continued making out on the sofa, feeling each other. I had completely forgotten about Jim, as I peeked over and saw him intently watching with one hand in his sweat pants.Rita pushed back and stood an reached out her hand to me."Why don't we move to the bedroom?"I took her hand and followed close behind. Once in the bedroom she turned and came close as we wrapped out arms around each other and kissed again. My hands roamed her.