Much later she donated her stained sexynumderwear to my in Amsterdam. Further than fondling their boobies beginnings, which never grew more than that...they had at age four- of fifteen, and a hesiting hand downtheir slips, they both never dared to go all the way down there. Forget about a finger inside!. And that is where erotic experience of Anne stops short, beyond some actual kissing boys at her college final party after her successfull exams early summer, a few months ago. Ho kisses devoured my vagina. My inside burned in her fire caress. Diving to my vagina and suckling me deeply.squueezed my nipple.ribbing..suckling getting darker. Longer. She lay hot kisses on my nipple as she fingered me slowly.. stroking stroking.. rubbing....kissing my vagina slow and soft. In one motion, she e termed me. Pulsating her orgasm hard into me. Fucking me slow. As we fucked i* in chai* ‘ your intoxicating ‘ she growled. Fuck getting darker. Pulling me to her her tongue dancing. I shook my head and folded up my kilt.“You are not going to wear it?” she asked.I looked at her, and she was serious. I had never worn it to more than the Renaissance Faire, but if she wanted me to wear it, I guess I could. I moved past her and looked in the closet for a shirt and pulled on a simple t-shirt.“This way I get to play too,” she said as she kissed me and we pulled on our sandals.“Food?” I asked.“Pillow and then we can get some food.”We pulled up in front of the local dry goods. She backed away and I guess we were both dumbfounded for a minute as we just stood looking at each other. She put on a record and jumped on her bed chattering about a novel she was reading, as I took a seat on her dresser. Then she stopped about the book, and said "I guess we are growing up" all I could say is "yep" as my eyes danced across my friend who was quickly blossoming into a extremely beautiful woman.As she walked to me Belinda then said "I hope this doesn't change things with us , I.