’ He must be able to see my bald pussy through the thin lace fabric. He starts by kissing the inside of my thighs, making his way further and furt...er up my leg. He grabs my delicate body and pulls me closer towards him so he can get to my panties. I put my head back and feel light kisses on the outside of my panties. He is teasing me through the soaked fabric, ‘You’re so wet.’ Finally he tugs at my panties and I put my legs together so he can take them off. He spreads my legs again and leans. Her tongue slid into his gasping mouth and savored the wild excitement she could taste on him. His urgency only fueled her own, and she tugged him backward through the cluttered room to the place she'd gotten ready.Then, then damned fool nearly blew it by knocking off her hood before she'd quite gotten him under her spell. She could sense his fear starting to override his lust, so she wrenched open her zipper and flashed her new body with all its long, lean beauty and inky decoration. As one. My big sister looked red-faced but didn’t acknowledge his stare was directed at her.“I never do it in closets!” my big sister insisted.Lucy asked “Do what?” and no one answered her.“Look, If Bambi wanted a traditional vanilla relationship that would be fine too. There would be limits to any relationship. I wouldn’t let her shack up with him. She could date him, and I trust her to make that choice just like I assume you trust Lindsay?” he said.My Dad found it difficult to argue the point, and he. .” All I can see are his lips. He wets them. I stretch my arms, pulling him down to feast on his sticky saliva amid the click of our eager teeth. “...good.” My words are fractured. I want to convey the growing bubble of bliss in my belly. My imminent orgasm froths and surges. Sensible sentences crash and splinter. I push his chest from mine with a hint of urgency, brace my hands against his thighs. My pussy contracts around it's delicious invasion. I think of lounge-rooms, disco balls and raw.