More soap was applied to the sponge and she nervously washed me between my legs and into the cleft of my arse. I could feel myself becoming aroused at...her touch but fought off the feeling. I stepped out of the bath and allowed her to dry me with one of my softest towels. When I was dry I led her back to the bedroom.I allowed her the pleasure of helping me dress. A simple black thong and matching bra and then the delight of having her kneeling at my feet as she put on a pair of black hold-up. At this point, I didn't even knew I liked men. That changed very quickly though.Shortly after my 16th birthday, my mom and sister went to look at a college, and left me home alone for the weekend. About 10 pm on the Friday night, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, one of my sister's boyfriends, Paul, was standing at the door. He was a senior and very cute. Preppy guy about 5'10" and 185 lbs. I believe he played wide receiver for the football team. He asked if he could come in.He. She is cold, but also so hot. Her stomach seems to be full of lava, but it isn't hot enough. The time slides by like a snail, leaving her to her boredom. I don't say anything, but stares at her endlessly. She watches me multiple times squeeze my cock through my jeans. Whether looking at me, or not, she had realized both were horrible. Looking at me made her pussy wetter, but looking away made her feel uncomfortable and squirmy. Morgan blinks and frowns at me in annoyance as I unclasp her. We were hugging each other. The most amazing liplock we ever had for 10minutes. The dark blue light falls on her face and she looked like an angel to me. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a white camisole and a white bra. I placed my hand inside her t-shirt and removed her bra and her camisole is covering her tummy only. I was squeezing her breasts slower. She was moaning and I closed her mouth to avoid unwanted attention.The bus was constantly moving. Finally, she had the courage to.