Luckily for her, Stacey already knew. She sat up and leaned into Mercedes, a hand pushing her shoulder to urge her into taking her place, lying on her...back. She marvelled at how pliably Mercedes moved. It wasn’t like posing a doll, like she would have imagined; she was far too eager to get into position. The thought of how much her sister wanted it sent new thrills through her, matching her desire to do it.Yet, inexperience trumped passion. She took her time, familiarising herself with touching. This particular DVD holds pride of place in my collection, and always will. .My father asked Miss Pretty to open her legs and relax. (Relax, what a joke)! None the less, those beautiful shapely legs did open, to reveal the prettiest pussy in the world. Untouched and unfucked, round with smooth, puffy, bulbous outer labia (big pussy lips for the dummies) and inner labia (little inside pussy lips for the dummies) that peeked out like a small glorious flower that had just blossomed. With her. She posed in the mirror, admiring the line of the frock, the shape of her long, tapering legs. Moistening her lips in anticipation, she whirled around once more, allowing the dress to sail up past her belly button this time.Having completed the dress-twirling ritual, she retrieved a pair of socks from the drawer and sat down on the bed to pull them on, one tiny foot at a time. They were the kind with a lacy white frill decorating the band. Worn up to the ankle, they looked achingly sweet. Aunt. So basically nobody will interrupt us! We can do whatever we want."That did sound very nice. We'd been dating for nearly a year, but so far, our longest make-out sessions had been twenty minutes or so up in the treehouse. But even then, we were scared half to death of hearing the back door slam and me having to scramble out the window in a mad rush, nearly killing myself. It happened all the time. The only time they ever let her stay out there overnight was when she had a friend with her, and.