.. yes, I... guess so." You really helped her?" asked Katy, incredulously."She told me she had discovered things she never even knew existed." Well, i... you're really that good, maybe you should analyze me," kidded Katy."NO!" exclaimed Helen, realizing she had shouted and now had the other three staring at her. "It's... uh, just that Katy isn't ready for that sort of thing." Why not?" asked the daughter."Because... because you don't need it. You're a well adjusted teenager. That sort of thing is. He tucked it back in his pants and I got up to show him out. I didn’t know exactly what to say. But then he felt my ass and said he wanted to fuck me sometime, which was completely incongruous with what had just happened. He never did. Whenever I do see him, we just sort of wave to acknowledge each other’s existence. About a month after that a younger man who lived in the next block came by. I knew who this guy’s wife was. She was a pretty young woman with an ample figure, meaning big boobs, a. She placed the glass in the sink and braved the dark passage back up the stairs to the guest room. The rumble of thunder assured her relief from the heat was on the way.Half way up the stairs she noticed that cinnamon scent was getting heavier. It was when she crept past the partially opened door to Lisa’s room, with the smell its thickest, she first heard the a slight but steady creak of bed springs and amidst them Lisa’s soft moan. She caught herself and remained still to confirm it. It was. My orgasm came swiftly and powerfully, and as always, I did not hold back my cries as I felt energy surge from my pussy. I liked that word, pussy. It felt so degenerate, almost childish in its openly reductive nature. My needy little pussy. I panted heavily, feeling myself coming down from my high. I couldn’t wait until I could get a guy that would eat my pussy, I bet that was going to feel amazing. I traced lines around my inner thighs again, feeling out if I wanted to go for round two. It.