I looked up and watched Clarissa turn around with her back to me. She scooted over me so I was looking up her school skirt, her black tights covering ...p her knickers. I felt numb to it all, like as though I was in a dream watching a film, like it wasn't really happening.Clarissa then suddenly kneeled down over me, her soft buttcheeks delicately touching the cheeks of my face. My nose was a mere milimetre away from where her arsehole is behind her tights and knickers, and without warning, I felt. She looks hard into his eyes seeing the savage gaze now being returned from his eyes as she holds him in place with a single hand while the other reaches down between her legs where she can feel his firm excitement through the denims as she opens the belt buckle an top button of his pants. As she draws down the zipper slowly she can see the urges of animalistic desire taking him over in his hazel eyes, that almost appear glowing in the flicker of the hot fire. Playfully she draws rubs her. Sharon pressed the point, "Tom, did the guys talk to you about having sex with some of the girls from school? I can tell you that I've heard similar stories from some of my girlfriends," Sharon said."You have?" I asked."Yeah, lots of stuff and some of it I'm not sure about either." Sharon, have you and your girlfriends at school ever talked about having sex and where babies come from?" I asked as I sat there feeling my dick getting hard inside my jeans from just starting to talk to my blonde. Next I felt the familiar touch of liquid on my tush, but what followed was somehow different. First off, he was using both hands. But beyond that, it took me a bit longer to realize: he wasn’t being furtive. As he covered my bottom with the oil (I had deliberately chosen it instead of lotion because it stays slippery longer), using both hands, it was as if he considered it two separate parts. There was no coyness about ‘spilling in the crack.’ To completely cover each hemisphere, his fingers.