More or less all of the thongs she had were fairly see through, but since she would be wearing a pair of tights over the top, this wasn't really a wor...y. The only problem was, when she went to put the tights on, there was a big rip in them, and that was the last pair, which meant she would need to wear "thigh highs" (like stockings, but with rubber around the top to stop them falling down). After a mini melt down about this, she is finally ready, and I take her, picking up her friend on the. I move my thong to the side, which is soaked with my pussy juice. I reach and touch my labia, the thick juice it produces allows me to easily get my finger inside. I rub slowly, counterclockwise working my clit and my vaginal opening. I stimulate my clit quicker and quicker. My juice is thick and almost grool like. I use my other hand to lift my bra upward, exposing my breasts. They are slick and covered in sweat, I can easily squeeze my nipples while stimulating myself. I don’t realize how. He hadn’t wanted to talk, but a little cajoling at least got him to smile.She couldn’t remember what had prompted it or who had initiated it, and quite purposely hadn’t thought about it in years, but she could certainly remember the kiss now. It had been nothing more than a shy peck – a moment quickly interrupted by Wade’s sister walking up to them making gagging noises with every step.Her first kiss.Other more recent memories mingled with that long-ago day – the feeling of his hand in hers,. We both put on our robes, grabbed our stuff,and headed to the elevator. We didn't speak as we rode to the top floor of the hotel. As we rode I thought I felt his hand touching my bottom through my terry cloth robe. Why wasn't I telling him to stop?We entered his suite, and I was impressed by how big it was compared to the rooms my parents and I had rented. We were in a living room, but the bedroom was someplace else. He asked me if I would like some bourbon and I nodded. He smiled, fixed us.