I told her everything about how I felt for her. She couldn’t say anything. I said, “I have always dreamt about you and today you are looking like ...n angel. I can’t keep myself any longer.”Before she could say anything, I kissed her lips. She wasn’t resisting. So I placed my other hand on her neck and kissed her deep. She was responding now.After 5 minutes of passionate kissing, we broke the kiss. I was still holding her close and we were breathing heavily. Then I slid my hand to her ass,. It felt so good. As she dried herself, she ran the towel over her freshly shaved mound and moaned slightly. She was so sensitive. It felt so good. She slipped her fingers into her cleft. Feeling the slick wetness between her lips. Her hips bucked slightly as she grazed her clit with her thumb. She loved the feel of the smooth skin beneath her fingers. She could feel the slickness spreading. Running down and over her lips before traveling onto her thighs. She quickly patted herself dry, needing. This carried on into my teens and secretly I always teased them to make them angry so they would sit on me.When I was about 15 both families holidayed for a fortnight in a mobile home in the south. There were 2 bedrooms which the adults claimed, myself and my cousins slept in the lounge separated by a blanket hung between us. As a young teenage boy I was really excited to be so close to them. The oldest, Kathleen was a tall, sturdy girl, my head barely came up to her breasts and her sister,. I gave her my card that had all my contact points on it and figured I would let her make the first move because I have been known to misread a situation due to my fixation on thinking with my cock instead of my brain in most of my social interaction agenda.On the other hand my relationship with Trudy from Sacramento was probably due to my opposite end of the spectrum in former relationships with a girl called Trudy that was a good friend of my older sister. They both went to dancing classes.