It was a waste on him though, since Tom was always too shy to make a move, and never talked about girls with us. Even then though, we all still knew t...at he was just as excited as us to be in high school in our quest for sexual adventure. I mean, who wasn’t excited to transition from middle school to high school? The parties and girls were a lot to look forward to, and with how much everyone was changing, the girls were only getting hotter and hotter. That was another thing I’d noticed. Most of. Tillotson shrugged. "Maybe it isn't. Neither of them would have had a shot without the old woman -- her mind is as sharp as a tack, and her tongue cuts like a knife!" Are they, then, not comely?" I asked."Do you have any idea how many naked women I've seen?" Tillotson sighed."How many did you take an interest in?" I queried. "A personal interest? Not necessarily a sexual interest..."Tillotson shook his head, his eyes troubled. "It's not something I do."I nodded. "And this is your problem. You. The kiss breaks and starts again over and over as we undress each other. My body aches for your touch as you unbutton my blouse and toss it on the couch, my nipples strain against the soft fabric of my bra. Pulling your shirt over your head I take advantage of my chance to touch you, to kiss your chest, arms, and belly. The heat of your skin is intoxicating. You put your hands on either side of my face and I stand straight again, looking into your eyes. The lust that I see destroys my. "What are you waiting for?" I-I-I'm sorry, Mylady," he answers with a tremulous voice, ere he kneels down in front of you."Place your fingers on my private parts," you order and spread your thighs as far as possible.He touches your pussy lips with his trembling fingertips and caresses your Venus mound tenderly."My skin down there is very tender and vulnerable! You have to be extremely careful when you shave me there," you explain with a calm voice and hide the sprouting nervousness."Take your.