I promise I'll go slow and easy, it won't hurt I promise." Even though I sort of already knew he was gay by then, I tried to show my straight side fir...t, playing hard to get as I said, "Hmm... I don't know man... I think it would really make us gay... Wouldn't it?..." He sighed as he agreed saying, "Okay... Look, I had been waiting for a long time to kiss you because I like you and stuff... so yeah we're being gay... Will you do it for me?..." He was blushing noticeably and I sort of was too as. She was prettier than I what I knew from her few pictues. We exchanged three kisses, as is custom between friends here in Holland. And I explained her that in France you do only left-right ... Leaving out the detail that they are better flirts than those kissing Dutch. We started to chat in the bus. Continued in the plane. Silenced by the view over the Mediterranean and a large lake, while landing in sun-set. Another bus, and a long-time dear lady friend picked us up at Gare St Charles in old. Watch me cum."I watched her for about three minutes as her hands roamed all over her body. I so wanted to just jump on her and feel my own hands as they moved across her silky softness. Finally, she pushed a finger deep inside of her pussy and moved it around. As she slowly pulled it out, it was glistening with her juices. She motioned me over and asked, "Taste?"I rushed to her. She leaned upward and ran her fingertips across my lips. As I tried to suck in her finger, she pulled it away. She. Because of the harder, deeper rhythm, her saplings of mammaries often touch dad's legs and he likes it even though he would deny it.When the beat slows down again and it's time to chill for a moment, Terri looks up at her father and reassuringly says: "Don't worry, daddy. I'm still a virgin, I've just been practicing a lot for this." Good for you, Tiger," dad says softly, his voice full of newfound affection, no doubt meaning it on both accounts. He is all sweaty and breathes hard while Terri's.