"I see you're still competing for Phillip's affection. Don't confine your search for a boyfriend to this neighborhood, Kelley. If Phillip wants to kis... Julia, let her have him. There are cute boys in other neighborhoods and you're getting to be an attractive girl."This wasn't what I wanted to hear at all. I thought she would tell me how to make a boy want to kiss me. "Julia's boobs are bigger than mine," I lamented."That's true, but she doesn't have your red hair and dimple. You have a lovely. “Try this,” I smiled, and nudged her up. I followed her with my cock and began to fuck upwards. She got the idea and held herself over me while I fucked her again.It took a few minutes till she came for her second time, but she loved it as much as the first, and I loved cumming into her as much as the first time too.She subsided onto me again, twitching happily. She was warm, fragrant, and infinitely sexual. I stroked her.“You’re not from round here are you?” she murmured. “Where are you. I was right. Margie was a dyed blonde. Her pussy was framed in a dense triangle of black hair. Pubic hair trailed along her labia majora and I could tell around her anus. It was long (likely the same length and surface area she sported her senior year of high school in '80.) So long and lovely were her black locks of bush that I had the added pleasure of discovering her labia minora and clitorus. Before I delved further I looked Margie dead in the eye and said, "I'm not k**ding - this is. The lift was mirrored and I had time to briefly glance at myself and Icould see I still looked fresh and had nice colour in my face. I alsoquickly realised I was the shortest person in the lift. Helen, who wasn'twearing heels, was a few inches taller than me and Derek was at least afoot above her. The realisation made me feel slight and petite, which wasa familiar feeling. I used to love the way my mother and I looked in themirror together. We are both the same height and have the same slim.