I loved the way her lips felt so young and so tender. We had our tongues dancing with each others, exploring each other mouths, kissing the outside, a...d pressing our lips hard against each other. My hands moved from her Breasts down to her sides of her waist, while I kept kissing her. I could feel her heat coming off her little pussy against my nine inch throbbing love muscle. I was the one to start the motion of moving her hips against my dick but Emma soon followed, and her young hips. I do a lot of wishing lately."Carrie remembered her first visit to Phil's office. She'd considered him a rude, little fucker. Now she wanted to kiss him."Okay, here's the deal," Phil said. "Jeffery is the general manager of a hotel/casino that is currently in the decorating phase of construction. He went wild over Darrin's paintings, absolutely wild! How many Vegas paintings does Darrin have finished right now?" Twelve, plus one that's all but finished," Carrie said."Would you sell them for. By the way, how canyou afford all that stuff?" Easy," Alan replied giggling, "mommies' credit card!" Alan's family wererich, not rich rich but they made more than most of the families atschool (except for the popular kids of course) Alan's parents treated himlike a prince especially his mother who just couldn't say no to 'mommies'little prince' and so whenever Alan wanted something he would look at hismother with big puppy dog eyes and she would give him it. Alan was hopingthat they would by. For weeks, all I was able to do was stare wide-eyed at her. I fixated on her long, honey blonde hair that cascaded down over her face and full, voluptuous breasts as she hunched over her notebook, furiously scribbling key items from the professor’s lecture. Her every movement was so graceful, she was living poetry. I simply sat there and fantasized, imagining what it would be like to touch her. To kiss her. To make love to her. The end of the semester was in two days, which presented problems.