My clit is a small bump concealed beneath its hood and when excited, it peeks out, growing longer and harder. At its fullest, it is probably only an i...ch long from root to tip. Harini’s was much larger. As excited as she was, hers had come completely out of the foreskin that covers it. It must have stuck out a good inch from her body. It resembled a tiny cock and I knew it accounted for the bump I’d seen pressing against her underwear. I was fascinated and my hand lifted toward it before I. I still felt like something had hit me very hard between my legs and inside my tummy. But they were both acting like nothing had happened and nothing had changed. My foster dad fixed French toast for breakfast and it was my first time to eat this. I LOVE French toast. It tasted so, so good, I almost forgot the ache down below. While eating my foster mom told me that we were going to have a very special day today, a girls day out. I had no idea what that meant but after breakfast and. When he stood to set her skirt on the counter atop her jacket, he admired the look of her standing there blindfolded in just her sheer little bra, panties and stockings. She did look so beautiful to him, her long tall body perfectly shaped, from her long well-toned legs, her narrow curving hips, the sweet little butterfly tattoo, her beautifully sculpted stomach, and her great pair of breasts. Of course there was her pretty face and hair and the most perfect mouth he had ever kissed. He could. ”“Go get some rest then darling.” My dad says softly.“Thank you daddy.” I say standing up slowly, “thanks for the meal.” I say to both my parents before taking my plates into the kitchen and then hurrying upstairs to my bedroom.I don’t even make it even halfway up the stairs when Alex starts to invade my thoughts again, I imagine him holding me in his arms and both of us are naked, our bodies are pressed against each other and he has that smile on his face, the one that always makes me want to.