“That’s the difference!” she exclaimed with a sound of discovery in her voice. “The girls described being fucked ... but I wasn’t! I was lov...d! I was in the arms of my lover and my loving mother. A person could have drowned in all the love in that room! That was the difference!” she repeated, “and it was wonderful!”By this time Tom and Jill were sitting up on the blanket. She had her head on his shoulder while his arms were around her gently cupping her breasts. Never in my life had I seen my. " I felt myself blushing again and wondered if I would ever get used to her boldness and her way of making me feel like a shiny new plaything. "Your turn," she said as I felt her pushing me back towards the desk her, her weight pressed against me making my already trembling legs wobble more. She lowered me onto my back, knocking down several pencil cups and scattering a stack of papers in the process. "I know you have always sat at that desk and always imagined yourself laying like this on my. I'd look for those stray wisps of blackness coming out from under those white sheer panties, and become excited.I'd found my new fantasy. Every day, I'd dream of undressing Ginny, looking at that incredible body, touching it, feeling it, licking it kissing it, and fucking it. And every chance I got, whenever I was home and she was over at the house, I'd close my bedroom door, and listen through the reverberating of the house for the voices of Ginny and my mother, and pull down my pants and. Very beautiful dirty blond hair and her ass was perfect. Her boobs were a solid B cup and possibly C in some stores. None the less they were amazing.Now i can remember the day perfectly, we were in school when i got the text that she was pretty close to being ready to have sex. I ofcourse was so excited but she said i couldnt tell anyone. I knew it was gonna be the day. I had practice after school as well as her and then we "had" to go to one of her annoying friends house after practice to be.