I reached down between her legs, my fingers slid over her silky curls and between her moist lips. We stared into each other’s eyes, breathing heavil..., excitedly, as we played with each other. I’d never heard of foreplay, yet alone understood the importance making sure a girl was sufficiently moist, before thrusting 7 inches of rigid, swollen cock inside her.Luckily Alice wasn’t just moist, she was dripping. “So, are you going to fuck me or what?” Alice asked, her voice quivering.She rolled onto. I walk down the halls to your room and tap on the door with my foot. You open it and I say in a Southern drawl so as to disguise my voice from you, "Your bags, ma'am?" Oh, right. Come on in," you say. Noticing my cargo-pants, pony tail and t-shirt as opposed to any semblance of a uniform, you ask me who I am and if I actually work there. I set the bags (mine among them) on the floor near your bed and stand up, grinning to myself and replying in my own voice before I turn around."You're right,. "Were you doing what I think you were doing?" I said with a large hint of sarcasm."Uh....This isn't....it's not..." He looked defeated and he obviously gave up. "I guess so." Well then, don't let me stop you." I sat down at his desk and pretended to play with my fingernails. I purposely sat the way I did so Matt could have a clear view of my gleaming pussy and my right breast. He looked genuinely shocked but after a minute of what looked like him in deep thought and gazing at me, he removed the. I also noticed that nipples poking against her dress. In fact, I don’t think I could remember a time when they weren’t.“This,” she finally said, gesturing at the stereo, “Is nice. Sounds like something grampa would listen to.”“He does, actually. Used to hear it all the time growing up. Kind of nostalgic.”“Cool. Can’t wait to see the pictures you took.”Me either. I didn’t voice the thought out loud, though. “Lunch first. What are you in the mood for?”She shrugged, turning towards me, her.