Lying back down, Jenny spread her legs, opening herself to Ron’s gaze. Reaching out she once more touched his head, guiding him down to her already ...oist pussy.Ron looked at his first real pussy. He had seen photos and videos on websites he visited when it was safe - those did not do it justice. He could see and smell the sweetness of arousal. The moisture was plainly evident; he could sense the heat coming off of her. Combine everything and it was too much for his young body to comprehend. His. I was letting my nails grow longer and shaping them and I cleaned my face with deep cleanser to prevent spots.I don't know if it was the effects of the pill but I found myself looking at boys and worse still I was looking at there crutch I didn't know what to think and felt very confused. When my parents were about I wore my hair in a ponytail and fixed up inside a baseball cap. I didn't want to but if my parents saw how long it had got they would have dragged me to the barbers and got it all. .. and with a substantial endowment between my legs. I was attractive to the opposite sex ... and that helped seal the deal.Priya was a young woman from India - recently arrived and still looking for a job. They were struggling to live on his wage alone so the conditions were ripe for me to make an offer.She was a beauty - quite dark skinned with firm rounded tits on a slim body. Her hair hung to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face nicely.I hadn't bagged an Indian lady yet. They just. . .’ Then it came out in a rush. ‘I don’t know if I want a tutor!’ ‘What?’ I said, stunned. ‘Mom, it’s just that . . .Well, I don’t think I want a tutor. I don’t think I even want to be a goddess. ‘I don’t like being different from my friends. They all think I don’t have a dad, because I can’t tell them mine’s an angel that’s invisible to people. And, not all of them have dads, so it’s not like I’m a total freak, or anything, but I’m just tired of having to hide my home life and pretend to be.