She weighed about 145. She was just starting to grow breasts. Amy would always torment me. She called me Jimmy Bob all the time and she knew it pissed...me off.Going through puberty in this environment was difficult. I was 15 and starting to notice the girls blossoming. The closet I got to one was at a school dance smothered by teachers. I use to ravish the times girls would wear shorter skirts to class. They have a tendency to get up in an un-lady like manner and I would get a glimpse of the. I on the other hand, see a deeper beauty in the wizened wrinkles, as I look up into the tortured and unbelieving face staring back down as my lips and tongue smooth the wrinkles from his cock inside the warmth of my eager mouth, and the silky softness of his scrotum brushing my chin and resting on my face. My pussy is a gender free zone, has never been age restricted, and always willing, if my brain has been aroused, to invite inside to feel my warmth and appreciation, to the point of, ‘Oh’s’. ? She starts with the cane on my ass, and soon I?ve got nice, beautiful little red marks contrasting my tan, oiled skin. She only gives me a dozen strokes, but it leaves 6 perfectly indented red lines on each cheek. I give out soft ?Ahh?s? with each stinging stroke, but she?s not cruel in her ministrations and they?re only about a 6/10 on the scale. They sting at first and throb for a bit but it quickly goes away and the marks will fade by the next morning. I pull myself taught,. The guy that had taken off my bra stood in front of me and ran his hands through my hair, down my face to my body, stopping at my breasts. As he massaged my breasts and played with my nipples I could feel my pussy start to get moist. He ran his hands down my body and then put his right hand between my legs rubbing the full length of my pussy from the back to my clit. When he pulled on my g-string and it slid between the lips of my pussy I couldn’t help myself and moaned softly. There was so.