They weren't much more than the size of halved oranges at the time this story occurred -- an event that was to change everything between Kelli and me....t was a lazy June day, and she and I had spent the morning on our bicycles, racing through the trails in the Woods. We made it back to her house and scrounged some lunch – baloney sandwiches and chips we munched on in front of the TV. "I'm hot!" she complained. "Wanna swim?" I haven’t mentioned that the previous year Kelli's dad had put in a very. I knew I was wet&hellip,soaking wet. Even with my face pressed against the wall I could smell my desire. Finally you gave me what I wanted, what I needed, when you let your fingers press against the outside of my panties. The material soon grew slick with the fluid of my desire, soaking through to coat your fingers. My breath strained as your fingers tightened around my neck, applying enough pressure to tilt my head back. My nose crinkled as you brought your soaked finger beneath my nose, the. Their experience that day with Andy had been the first time that either one had actually enjoyed sexual activity with a man. Their only pleasant sex prior to that had been an occasional lesbian encounter as they tried to console each other after an especially brutal session the night before. The original four had painted such an enjoyable picture of sex among loved ones that they were anxious to experience it for themselves, but they were still worried. After all, would these men accept them. Each time that Sir Louie descended down on top of her pulsating body, Becky rose up to meet him like a valiant foe on the battlefield of love willing to engage but wanting to have some degree of victory regardless of the outcome.He dropped his head down low and nibbled her defenseless ear and she felt his sharp teeth in her soft tender flesh. It was deliciously exciting and she hoped he might go lower and give her nipples the same outrageous treatment.Suddenly, Becky realized that she was awash.