I feel your weight on the bed and then your mouth is on my stomach, you leave a trail with your tongue, and you tease my nipples. I arch my back, desp...rate for your touch. 'someone seems a bit needy', you chuckle. your hand travels down my body to my throbbing pussy. 'I see you're very needy.... you’re such a dirty girl, what should I do with you?''please, sir... please' I moan. 'please what little slut? please leave me like this? please give me infinite orgasms? please make me go crazy? you. I spent every night masturbating to the thought of him. I wished we could replay that day when he played with my pussy, and made me cum. The thought of him touching my little clit and pussy, made me ache with urges I have never felt. And that orgasm he gave me, was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Every night I caught myself fantasizing about what his big, beautiful cock would feel like. I wanted to wrap my hands around it and touch it. I would imagine what it would feel like in. She wasn’t the blond. I think blonds were too much for our minds then. The blond girls in the classes formed a nordic front, an untouchable and icy ideal that one day we might aspire to, being little fucks ourselves and it hardly mattered to the male species if our own hair was blond or shitty or black or speckled white. But the little brunette, that petite and slender little wonder, up there above the world below and adorned with silver and gold and her thighs the color of honey and we’d never. I have played before, but not really often. You know who had a great time was Roy ! he kept telling me he thought you were awesome, and that I was lucky to have you as a friend. He paused, and then laughed and through his laughter he said, Roy’s mother didn’t have a fucking clue what the fuck was happening !”. I was pleased to hear this…I was thinking how to covertly ask if he thought Roy would enjoy meeting up with us for sex, when he turned to me and said, “you know, I respect you right.