Looking at this hot young girl panting as she played with her pussy began to take its toll on me. I put my hand in my pants rubbing dick as I enjoyed ...he show. Her moans increased as she pulled her shorts aside exposing her young plump shaved pussy as she continued playing with herself, I pulled my dick and started stroking it where she could see me.I decided enough cat and mouse games and went into the living room, sat on the couch and stroked my dick as I began to touch her big tits.She. It was a tough read for a twelve-year-old, even one that was a little precocious, but it was clear to her early on that the Walden Pond of the 1840s had little to do with the Walden Pond of 1970. She was sad about it, in a way, but wasn't sure why.She read the book again when she was fifteen; read it carefully, more comprehending, now. Several times in the summer of her fifteenth year, she rode her bicycle over to Walden Pond, not to go swimming, though that was what she told her mother, but to. Then I went for her pussy thru her sweat pants and again she did nothing to stop me, something my regular girlfriend was very good at. I had no clue what I was doing but I just ran my hand under her waist band and under her cotton panties to find my very first hairy teen pussy. She had a heck of a bush, think and so soft. I found her slit and as I ran my fingers down it I discovered just how wet a turned on young girl can get. She was soaking wet, and the wetness was so creamy and slippery. I. Well, she certainly did have "it", and if she wanted to give "it" up, I would take as much of "it" as she would be willing to part with!I put my finger under her chin and gently raised her face to mine. "Are you sure you want this Julie? It will change our friendship forever... I will be more than just your next-door neighbor – I will be your lover," I said.She looked up at me her eyes darting back and forth for a moment. "Yes, Mark, I want this. I need this. I need to know I'm still..." she.