He now used both hands, tickling her a bit. He moved over to massaging her ass on top of her skirt. Jodie was now moaning and making noises. He lifted...the skirt and saw that she wasn´t wearing any underwear either. Jodie was no longer looking for the "missing" pages. She was just taking in the joy. She had problems standing almost, but resting her elbows on the table made it manageable. John had now lifted her skirt. She was dying to feel anything touch her pussy. She´d removed her panties. She slowly got off the wall. Slow isn't on the menu tonight. I could tell tonight would be a rather unique experience. It was written all over her. Literally, in fact. Her skin looked soft and shiny as if it were covered in oil. Her hair also seemed damp as if she'd just stepped out of the shower. Her hands clasped onto two different items. A blind fold hangs loosely onto one hand, and a glass of ice in the other. She stopped moving and handed the glass towards me. Of course, I took it. Lord. " "Fuck..." she whined, turning her head away from me. I gripped her chin and forced it back, feeling her body so slight, so small, so slender, under mine. "Say it you little bitch!" "Fuck me!" she gasped out, and I didn't wait. I slammed into her, her slender form arching as a half-scream half-moan escaped her lips. I grabbed her hair and pressed my lips brutally against her, jackknifing my cock in and out of her teenaged pussy as I drove my tongue into her oral cavity.. Jane could see that I was a different person when I got to the pool that day. Claire and Mrs. Crumbly pretended they didn't see the change, but Jane took me inside the house and listened to my woes of defeat."I predict that you will prevail," she said in an effort to lift my spirits."I still have a secret weapon," I boasted, without disclosing that I was relying on Kitty to rescue me."See, you're already feeling better. I like it when you get that look in your eyes." What look is that?" You.