.." and shenotices just how spacey the hashish, or the champagne, or the sex, or allthree are making her feel and sound. "...Somewhere." I haven't co...e yet," Pam says, sounding unashamedly spoiled, petulant,childish. She picks up a joint, already lit, from somewhere, from a smallchange pocket in the side of her neck is what it seemed like, but, ofcourse, couldn't be. Her eyes look, somehow, inverted.Kathy absently strokes the girl's soft white belly, just below the navel,pierced, as expected,. I was in there just a few minutes before the shower door opened. The younger man stepped in and asked if I wanted some help. He took the soap and lathered up my chest and back. Moving his hand down, he reached my butt. After soaking my cheeks, he pushed the bar of soap between my legs. Moving my feet apart, he pressed his fingers against my scrotum and rubbed softly. As my dick stiffened he washed my ball sack. Turning me, he moved his soapy hand over my dick. All his attention had me breathing. I was never very close to my father because he was always working. I remember that I use to bathe with my mother and I remember when I was about four I asked her why she didn’t have a pee, pee like I did. She told me boys and girls were different and when I asked her about all the hair around her slit she told me that when I got older I would also have hair around my pee, pee. One day while we were bathing I remember I took my finger and pushed it into her slit and kind of tickled it. And. He bent his elbows, delivering a series of soft kisses that brought another moan from the redhead. Then he tilted his head, finding first her jaw, and then her neck with his lips.“Oh, Glen,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.Continuing to trace kisses along her neck, he eventually made his way back to her lips once more. Fingers bunched up the material of his t-shirt, and a hard tug pulled it free of his jeans. Pulled by digits that glided up his chest, the material bunched below.