”He said it softly, but the tone of his voice rather urged more than asked me to comply. I was confused and flustered, my pulse quickening. I couldn...��t believe this was really happening. It was more like a strange dream in which the dreamer knows he is dreaming. Feeling hot and uncomfortable I obediently moved closer to him, averting his gaze. There was a moment of silence. Franz nipped at his drink and set it down on the table. Then, taking mine from my hands, he set it down next to his. Our. Her lips didnt protrude from her gash, like all the other girls Id been with. It was just a crack, a smooth, pale slit. Fuck! My boner throbbed so hard I almost cried out in pain. I could even smell her pussy! Wait&hellip, I had a hand at my face my hand that was still holding her shorts and panties and thats where the smell of her pussy was coming from. I was in seventh heaven. My next step was to touch her pussy again, so after taking another few deep sniffs from her clothes, I started to. They always made a face and said "Gah-ross!" when one of the guys did, so we tried to hide it from them. I mean, you didn't want the coolest girls in school calling you gross. The last half-mile to my house we just coasted on our bikes and talked about what we were going to do this fall.Mom had tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches waiting for us and said Rev. Gordon was okay with Rhonda going into town with us to make my paper payment. We tossed Rhonda's bike in the back of the station. As many of you probably know, Ibiza is the home of topless where many girls decide to take their bikinis off to sunbath, a bit for freedom and a bit, let's face it, to be looked at. So I tease my boyfriend a couple of times telling him that I would take my top off, but that just annoys him and puts him in a bad mood. For me, looking at other girls with my breasts out and knowing that I could easily take my top off was frustrating, but by now I had lost hope.The fourth day we were in Ibiza, we.