I kept pulling, and his fingers slipped into my slit. I moaned. He stopped rubbing my clit as Roger sat down next to me. The clerk looked fearfully at...him. Roger held my knee up, opening me wider. I was enjoying the fellow’s fingers rubbing my clit. I moaned and twitched. A minute later, I had an orgasm.Roger bought six pairs of shoes.Next, we went to the lingerie shop. Roger thought I needed some more panties and a corset or a buster. I liked a pink fishnet lace corset. Roger liked a quilted. Their only exposure to the subject is a direct result of sitting, bored, through a "Where do Babies Come From" class in the sixth grade, which was just sufficiently informative to make them aware that some girls "have boobs" and some are "flat as a pancake". Someone, somewhere also told these boys that it was important to verbalize to the girls the differences that they had noted in their physiques.The seventh grade experience for Dusty Larson was probably as bad as any other girl in her class. ‘Bien sur mon bon ami’ (of course my good friend). Alex tentatively nudged his cock at her opening and I saw the tip pass her sphincter. ‘You okay darling?’ ‘Yes thanks Bill I’m fine’. She gingerly pushed her hips back and the first inch of Alex’s cock was in. ‘Mmm … uh’ murmured Sue as she felt Alex begin to penetrate her. He tentatively pushed forward slipping further in then withdrew slightly and pushed again; Alex’s cock was now two thirds inside my wife’s passage. As the muscles of her. Drying her hair in the mirror that happened to be right in the centre of the window. Oh the sight of her tight,firm arse would drive me wild. On a couple of occasions she would drop something and have to bend over to pick it up. Oh my god.If I could keep the binoculars steady my wank would go through the roof. She seemed to like to be naked and would spend ages in her bedroom,applying lotions to her curvacious body. just occasionaly I would squeeze three wanks in during our rendezvous. Then one.