I taste your saltiness. I close my lips around your thumb as you pull it out – savoring it. You move your hand from my lips down my throat to my br...astbone then back to my breast. You begin to aggressively pull squeeze and pinch my tits while I arch my back pressing them further into your hands. I’m still rocking against you and finally one of your hands dips down to my dress and pull the hem up over my knees and drops it around my waist – with my knees in the air my entire dress is bunched. I wanted more. His hand moved from my boob to my belly and from my belly to the button of my pants. I tried to stop him, but he kissed me to relax me some more. I let him do whatever he wanted to do. He unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down with my panties and slid one of his finger on my clitoris. I let a little scream come out of my mouth. This was a first. I was panicking, trying to gain my senses and leave, but he intensified his touch and I was just stuck. I couldn't move probably because. They were looking at me and smirking like little school girls. It then became evident She’d told her friend that I was rather large down there (this has happened a few times in my life). Her friend kept checking me out down there when she thought I wasn’t looking. I then caught her and asked if she see anything she liked. It was then that they told me that Karen had told her friend I was well hung and she didn’t believe her. I asked how big do you think I am and she said about average, I never. Nonetheless, you welcomed the plan as an opportunity to expand your horizons and meet new people yourself. You hoped that a black would be friendly to a petite little blonde girl like yourself.And so that Friday night you set off to see your brother in a faraway city, after promising your parents that you would either be back for Sunday service or would at least go to church with Martin. You wear a low-cut but tastefully cute thin pink blouse with a couple of buttons undone to expose your.