Her breathing shallow as I reach under her skirt, pushing two fingers into her wet pussy.My body pressing against her back, and my hardness throbbing ...gainst her tight ass; grinding against her plug. " You have to be quite. You can do that can't you" I ask, and she nods her head. My fingers slowly thrusting in and out of her, my other arm wrapping around her holding her tight to me as her body shudders. My warm hand closes on her neck. Squeezing gently but firmly. Just enough so you know you. Us guys were also lagging behind size wise, as most of the girls were about a foot taller or at least seemed that way. I can recall one girl in particular who sat directly in front of me. She would turn around during the day, usually when the teacher was busy writing on the board and proceed to knock all my books off my desk. I was later told this was a way for girls to get a guy’s attention, though who would tell a girl this I’ll never understand. I mean, a girl can borrow my car and wreck it. Or pictures will pass at the same moment. Love truly is amazing. After sharing our weekends, we again kiss and whisper of our love. Her hand drifts across my chest softly and slowly lower. Fingers slide across my crotch feeling my cock through my jeans. It starts growing with desire as her fingers trace its length, circling the head and rubbing along the ridge. My hand has slipped down her back and inside her jeans. First feeling her silky panties, then the crack of her ass. She has unbuttoned. Pulling open her shirt, he exposed her small yet supple breasts. His lips touched her nipple, lightly sucking the hard pink tip into his mouth. Kizzi moaned and arched up, sliding her arms out of her sleeves, leaving her topless. he firmly but lovingly pushed her back down on the bed. His mouth found her other nipple, and he kissed it in much the same way. He left her breasts and began to kiss her stomach with soft touches of his lips, his lip ring cold on her belly. Kizzi was moaning softly.