He knew how sensitive my neck was and how wet it got me. Okay, so I'm not a total nun. We've had some pretty hot make out sessions which sometimes eve... lead to me getting fingered or him getting a blow job. I'd just never gone all the way. To be honest, I wanted to. I'm just too much of a wimp because I know it's going to hurt. "Why don't we pull over on the way home and have a little fun?" he whispered. I could feel his hand on my thigh and going up my skirt. I moaned, feeling my panties. She struck me as something of a princess, one who understood the benefits of being one and had every intention of keeping her coronet firmly in place.I looked around the table. The women, except for Marie, were nervous, as if they expected me to oppose something they wanted. Marie sported a look of avarice, which only made me warier. The birth of her son, Forrest Jr., a month before Rain and Roger, had focused Marie even more on making our venture successful.I sat back and waited. Surprisingly,. I had always imagined that the girls in the magazines I saw wearing panties were turned on also, that their little clitties were hard and wanting to feel the pleasure of a man touching them. So, now, I was feeling just like one of them. My clitty dick was hard just like their clitties and my dickie was leaking pre-cum just like their little pussies.I was becoming a panty boy/pussy boy and I didn't even know it. It was all so kinky to me. I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life, with. Her guilt evaporated and was quickly overwhelmed with lust once more. She found herself drawn to him, her body yearning to be fucked by him again. She liked the hungry way his eyes roved over her, his gaze rendering her naked. She liked knowing he was thinking about her writhing on his cock, while his hands caressed her curves. She ground her hips forward, rubbing against his hardness, hoping to convey her desire.He turned her around leisurely, her ass now against him, his mouth returning to.