It wasn’t a surprise then that she never thought of herself as really attractive or sexy (and sexual). She just didn’t care for it. She snickered ...o herself at all the vain girls in her class that gabbed to each other in the washroom before homeroom as they applied yet another layer of blush. She and Miguel had sex in their final year after both turning of age (her parents still didn’t know), but they weren’t really events that she would have called ‘raw’ or ‘steamy’. She thought of it as. A hot shower really sounds good, especially if you'll join meand wash my back and then you could scratch my itch like only you can do?"Mark smiled back and still holding my hand he pulled me back to the elevator. This time wewent up a floor to our suite. I hadn't seen it yet and wow, it was nice. I took off my heels andMark removed my collar setting me free, for a little while anyway. Then I went right to thebathroom and the shower. It was wonderful. A large, walk in shower with a bunch of. Jim moaned into her. Joan began rocking slowly back and forth and reached down and caressed his face. Her body was flushed red with excitement. Her nipples hard and pointed. She moved her hand from his face to her pulsing clitoris. Joan's breathing was irregular and she was panting with desire. Jim reached up and cupped her tits. He tweaked and lightly pinched her nipples. His body was humping toward Joan. Joan cried out, "Ahhhh Jim, Ahhh fuck, Ahhh I'm coming." Jim held her while she trembled. She tilted her head just so and looked expectantly into his eyes. She hoped for a kiss, but she knew that boys her age were clueless about these things. They'd probably just stand there in awkward silence until one of them backed out of the situation. Abruptly, his hands were on her hips and he was kissing her. It was a hell of a kiss too. His lips were firm and moist and warm, and his tongue was in her mouth, probing and writhing. Where the hell had he learned this stuff? Her cousin, Mike,.