.really pretty and looking back now a bit of Jennifer Ellison in her. Even although she was only 17 she would dress quite provocatively but not overly...and was still extremely naive at times.We decided we were going to do a few sites that morning and I remember it was a lovely summers day in August and she had decided what she was going to wear. Now back then the French Connection fashion retailer was a big deal so she decided to wear what can only be described as a short FC white tennis pleated. He said to take off my shirt so he could see how things looked. He handed me a pair of underwear and I put them on. He rubbed the fabric smooth and asked how it felt. I said it was ok, but they were tight around my legs. He slid his fingers between the underwear and my leg and pushed them around. He said they were tight and said to take them off. He said to stay there he'd be right back. I was standing in front of a mirror and got bored. I started making faces and laughed, then I started. With a louder groan from Helen, her large tits sprang free of the garment and hung invitingly above his hands. He began tweaking her already stiff and swollen nipples with one hand whilst sliding his other hand into the split of her dress and rucking it up to her waist. Her panties now exposed, he let his hand run over her butt, squeezing and massaging the panty covered globes of flesh in a highly excited fashion. I was now masturbating my own erection slowly as I watched. After feeling her ass. I love the wakening of nerves and the discovery of a new area on my body that actively responds to my touch I dip my hand (your hand dips) under the waistband and part the skin of my luscious slit, feeling along my fat pussy lips. I (you) stroke my labia and inner folds, which are already super wet and slick. I’m (you are) ready to feel the sensitive feeling of my clit and eagerly hook my (your) middle finger onto it. Your hands wander along my body, wanting to feel every part of me. The skin.