He sobbed softly and hugged me again before answering."Oh yes mummy. They're lovely and silky. I hate my boy's clothes; they are so coarse and drab. I...like what Jeanette and Susan wear; those soft stretchy clingy things with all the bright colours."I knew exactly how my baby felt for I had felt exactly the same pangs when I was a little younger than him. All the memories of my frustrated early years flooded back to me as I hugged my baby tight and shared his tears."Why are you crying mummy.. Mai thoda aur tez se dabane laga uska face niche aa gya maine jaise hi uske lips par apne lips rakhe us ne muh khol diya aur wo mere se fevicol k jaise chipak gai mai khus ho gya maine aur jor jor se boobs dabane laga wo aur tez kiss karne lagi.Fir maine apna hath niche laya aur uski t-shirt upar ki bra tak aur bra me se us ke white boobs hot lag rahe the maine bra k upar se hi boobs ko kiss kiya dabaya uski saas tez ho gai maine fir hath uski pith k anadar dala aur bra ka hook khola aur. A wordless cry escaped her body, raising her sex up to him. He suckled at her clit, occasionally flicking his tongue over her.She found her voice again. Sir was latched onto her clit, tugging on it with his hot, wet mouth. She was nearly there, all the sinewy muscles tightened, waiting to snap and unwind. Fingers pushed their way inside her. Her whole body convulsed around him at her centre.“And whose is that?” His voice was in her ear.Sassy could barely muster the strength to speak, but she. “That’s crazy, huh?” Michelle said, happily. But Tina could sense a touch of embarrassment in her voice, too.“Yeah,” she agreed quickly. “Totally.”“Can’t believe we did that!” Michelle giggled stupidly. “I mean, what if we’d been caught? Jesus, can you imagine!”Tina giggled, too. She turned to her friend, her heart beginning to slow its incessant beating. “Pretty stupid, I guess,” she admitted.Michelle didn’t seem to hear her. “I mean, I’ve never even kissed a girl, and now...”“Yeah, I know,”.