It was mild to start with but there were some very risqué moments by the end of the two weeks. All our communications were by phone calls or email - ...he was located about 200 kilometers away from me.I never expected to actually meet her.About two months later I had the opportunity to visit her city on a weekend. I called her on the Friday afternoon to tell her that I would be in town on the Saturday, and that I would like to buy her lunch.“That’s a wonderful offer ... I’d love to have lunch. " I replied. I could tell she was a little relieved that I didn't mind the extra hair. I went to slide my finger inside her but when I got to about the quick of my finger nail she winced and pulled back. "Hey, I've never done this, be gentle with me." So I proceded, a little slower this time. She closed her eyes and rubbed her boobs, letting out a little moan, carefull not to get anyone's attention downstairs. I started by licking her pussy from bottom to top, to the bottom again, and she. Bobby did all that for the two of them. He didn’t want me to see her as he was ashamed of her. I, on the other hand, couldn't wait to meet this exotic creature. All the mothers of the other k**s I knew were boringly normal (although that didn’t stop me making a few of them the stars of my nightly masturbatory fantasies). Despite his misgivings I persuaded Bobby to let me come with him to his house after school that day. I had another reason to want to go home with Bobby - he told me he had a. Knowing that she was tasting her own pussy on my lips was what broke me. She had me backed into a corner – quite literally. Deep down, beneath the layers of societal norms, instinct forged by thousands of years of evolution was driving me. That beast ripped free of its cage and took over. A brief, excited moan from her accompanied my lips parting, allowing her questing tongue inside. Mine slipped out to meet hers.I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. There was no going back at.