* Hours have passed. The phone rings. It’s you, telling me that you’re at the nearest interchange, and that means it’s time for me to dress. I�...ve already laid out the pieces of the necessary attire: boots, stockings, bra, choker. I sit on the bed and bring my left leg up next to me. The stocking slips smoothly over the newly shaven leg, and I slide it up to my mid-thigh, settling it in place where it is comfortable staying. I love the look of my leg so clad, and I smooth my right hand down the. ......."Silkie buried her face in his ass, laying her mouth and tongue directly on his opening.......she liked that part of sex, stayed with it for a while.....she had discovered to her young surprise, when she was just thirteen years old, that she liked to put her face in a boy's ass and jack him off at the same time. Boys were always surprised too, and usually thought her the total slut, but she learned where the power lay in that interaction, and never forgot...Rachel began to masturbate. Just pull it over the tip and unroll it down your cock." and she started shifting around in the seat until her feet and legs were to either side of me. Her left hand still busy rubbing.Looking at the foil packet in my hands I found an "easy tear" notch near one corner and opened it, pulling the rubbery thing out into my palm.I had never seen or held one before and I looked at it for a minute, wondering how the thin material could be strong enough. It felt kind of greasy and slick to my fingers.. She had chestnut curls all over her pussy. Nothing was shaved or trimmed. My cock pointed straight up." I was always, well not every minute of every day, but when I thought about sex and thought about doing it with some boy, I thought about how sexy that looked, but when I started fooling around a little in high school, it wasn't like that. Boys just wanted to kiss a little bit and then grab my boobs, it must have been sexy for them to do that, but it wasn't for me. All I learned about sex.