.. or one just like it. The light turned green soI put it back in the bag, took my manicured, nails painted red, delicatefeminine hand on my gear shif... and continued driving home.Parking my car I got out, went to my door brought my keys to the lockand froze. "Well that's not possible," I breathed to myself. Looking atmy very feminine hand I dropped my keys and turned my hand, looking atit. Pretty red painted nails on a small womanly hand. Picking up my keysI quickly got inside.When I was inside. Hoardes of relatives flew in from everywhere. I was super shy around all of them especially because I'd finally begun to develop. Just last summer, I was still a chubby nerdy girl with thick glasses and frizzy hair but a lot changed for me in one school year. My thickness slipped away from belly and settled into my hips, my breasts perked up and filled out. I lost the glasses and figured out how to give my curls some length and softer volume. Still, I felt shy around all of these strangers. I soon discovered she was a true Blow-Job Queen. I mean, this babe could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. I liked to get both of us about half drunk, take her home with me, and keep her sucking for as long as I could last. Sometimes, this was a long time. She always wanted me to fuck her, and I did, a few times, but she wasn’t Cindy, and the first time I suggested fucking her in the ass, she got dressed and left in a huff. Said I was weird. Linda came back, after two or three days, and I. I was encouraged and dipped my fingers further down. I came across the elastic of her panties next. I further pushed my fingers below the elastic, when her hand came down and held my hand lightly over the ghaghra. I stopped exploring for a minute, after which she let go of my hand, I immediately moved my hand southward and came across her soft pubic hairs. Again her hand came to hold me, but it was too late and her hand was weak protest- I found my hand sliding down to her glory wet hole. Oh.