The other women pinned my arms to the back of the couch with their bodies as they sat on either side of me, making sure I couldn’t gather any extra ...nformation. I felt lips brush my temples, hands on my chest, soft breath and warm skin. Unidentifiable. My cock was slowly being taken up inside warm, wet pussy lips. I gasped, arched my back, and sank the length of my penis into that welcome embrace. I felt my breath exhale without my control, and my hands closed around a bare leg, and a firm. All the time I was thinking: ' Little Miguel has a pretty good sized one, and I don't think it's a full on boner yet.' I started dry humping him. Not too extreme, of course. There are lots of ways to do this. When he kissed me, I slid my tongue in his mouth. There was a little interlude, and then his tounge went right into my mouth. I had been experimenting since I was thirteen about what "sexy" meant. I thought I had just found the answer. I thought: ' Okay, Miguel, you want to get a little. She just lay there, feeling warm and very much alive, as Gustavo finished his washing, wrapped his young body in a towel and climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Isabella retreated to her room and lay on the bed, just as she was doing now, fifteen years later as a grown woman. She now knew exactly what had been going on and smiled, but in those days her mind was racing. She was confused and aroused. Even now, the memory of that first afternoon spying on Gustavo gave Isabella a tingling in her. I slipped my hands under Julian’s sweat-soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his hairless and chiseled chest. Julian was expressionless. I ran my finger-tips gently over his pictorials and down his biceps, to his hands. I pressed myself against him and wrapping my hands around his waist, pulled him in even closer. “Mi Dios . . ayudame,” Julian whispered in Spanish. I pressed my lips to his and gently offered him my tongue. He pulled me in closer, his bare chest pressing against.