Our passion grew to new heights and I knew that it was time to solidify our union. Reaching for the condom I had conveniently brought with me, I kept ...elling myself to relax and take it nice and slow. I gently spread your legs with the same thought in my head. I was still quite nervous as my cock slowly eased into you. Your pussy engulfed me completely and my breathing grew ragged. I could not believe we were making love. I had long imagined this moment, but it paled in comparison to the real. The dirtiest experience Claire had was during a night out with the girls. Claire had gone out in a low cut black top that pushed together and showed off her ample cleavage and a thigh length black skirt with fishnets and black heels. Her friends had dressed more conservatively but were still out for fun. They’d visited a few of the bars in town and got very tipsy. Claire had snogged a few guys and even let one old guy in a pub finger her in the crowded bar. She’d wanked him off as well lifting. Dean "So you find the old treehouse that me and Grandpa built." "You and Grandpa built this?" Dean "Yup." "When?" Dean "2 years ago, when I visited here." "Why would you come here to build a treehouse, don't you have some college girls to screw?" Dean "Yeah, well I needed some time alone from college girls and I thought to myself where would no one suspect where I would go for spring break, and ta-da, right here." I just looked at him, boy he's not that kind of brother I thought he was, I guess. "She turned to face him and spread her legs just a little bit. "These panties are so tight I bet you could see my shaved pussy lips outlined against the fabric." She teased him by arching her hips causing her mound to jut forward just a bit.He looked and could see her lips clearly outlined against the tight silky fabric. She reached down and traced the outline of her lips through her panties and moaned as she lightly stroked her pussy through her panties. She sighed. "There is no cotton crotch.