She made the point that if I wanted her to do that, I better not be afraid to kiss her afterwards!”“I need to meet this woman!” Angie laughed.Th... phone rang and I answered it. It was the desk calling to say that Emmy had arrived. I asked Angie to wait and rode the elevator down to the lobby. Emmy squealed and ran to me. She threw her arms around me and we hugged.“I need to sign you in!” I said.She released me and I went to the desk and signed her in, then we got into the elevator.“Angie wants. This incident happened when I was eighteen years old and was in high school. I was discovering my sexuality, and I was growing hair on my body, chest, and around my cock and balls. If I even thought about the girls in my class, I would have an erection. My voice was now deeper, and I was very aware of my body. My English teacher's name was Miss Jones, or that was what she wanted the class to call her. She was just out of college, and was about twenty-six years old. Miss Jones came from a family. Round 5It was the weekend before anything else happened, Charlotte arriving on the Friday and calling my mother Mrs Wabbit the whole time which I found a bit wearing. Charlotte was the same age give or take as my sister, shorter, but with jaunty tits dark hair, glasses and a disarming smile that begged to be kissed and in addition, a bubble butt, that I itched to touchAnyway, she had Reb`s bed, her being conveniently away all weekend supposedly at her friend Melony`s house, but as I had seen. The one sitting beside Phil whispered something to him and Phil rose and moved to the empty seat next to the guy as the guy moved beside me. As he sat beside me he put his hand on my thigh and ran it up my leg to my trimmed pussy. When he felt no panties, he slowly slid his fingers into my pussy as I opened my legs wider. The guy on my right took that as a signal and unbuttoned my shirt and started to fondle and squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples and rolling them between his thumb and finger..