I was sitting there with a boner in my tracksuit bottoms and lustful thoughts going threw my mind that I decided I wanted to have a closer look at tha... tight arse. So I stood up and walked over to her and stood so my groin was in line with her head, I leant over and stroked her cheek and moved her shoulder length blonde hair from her face and over her ear, I stroked her face again and felt her wonderful soft skin on her cheek and rubbed my finger over her soft pink lips which parted enough for. It happened yesterday afternoonafter World History. I've got a date this weekend with Emilia Read." Oh," I stammered, "that's great." I couldn't place her; either shewasn't in any of my classes, or I just couldn't put her name to her face."Yeah," he went on, oblivious, "she seems pretty great. We're going tosee the new Chrestomanci movie and then out to eat afterward, Saturdayafternoon." Which theater are you going to?" I asked, trying to appear like I didn'tcare that the boy I was crushing. The excitement filling her body and she knew she was cumming and wanted to scream. Slowly Darlene unsnapped Sandy’s shorts and slipping her fingers into the top at each hip, slowly pushing them down until they dropped to the floor. Darlene glanced over to the mirror and saw Sandy wearing thong panties, the front was soaking wet so she dropped to her knees and began kissing her stomach, moving down to her belly while still kneading Sandy’s tits. Her tongue exploring the inner thighs, she pulled. It trailed down her back like a waterfall and bounced on her shoulders with every step she took.I was mesmerised by the movement of it. When it caught the overhead light I could see the variations of colour in it. Not a bottle redhead, a real one. Russet red like an Irish setter.I shoved the paper coffee cup to my lips to conceal my drooling. I forced a mouthful of hot sweet liquid between my lips to muffle a low moan of sheer desire. I wanted to follow her, find an empty corridor somewhere and.