“My name is Miss Taylor. You helped me in room 312 this afternoon.” He coughed and spluttered a little. “Oh. I thought you were expecting my cal... at eight.” “Oh. yes Miss.” And then, as if there were others overhearing him, “You’re having more trouble with your television? I’d be happy to come and sort that out for you.” He put down the phone. All systems were go. He must have been pretty sprightly for a man in his fifties, as he was at the door very quickly. He gave a cheerful knock, and I. The cold touch made her shrivel & jerked her body moaning in pleasure. Then I stoked the body line with both the feathers under her arm pits sliding horizontally the corner of her left boob, her rib bones, hip curves. I broke few ice cubes & splattered them on her boobs, navel & hips. I dipped the feathers in the ice water & sliding again from the boobs to pussy, spine to butthole. Then moved fully on her moist pussy circling on the edges.She was moaning non stop referring her closeness to her. We would often spend our whole ride to school laughing, talking and teasing each other. To my great delight—She always held her own.Dora Mae for a little kid, was one aggressive little female and had a 'take no prisoner' attitude whether it was during our frequent sessions of teasing each other or just talking.Eventually, even at fourteen, I found myself computing our ages in my mind, wondering what we might be like when I was eighteen and she was sixteen.My fondness for her continued—I'm not. Ian kept pushing deeper, and my orgasm continued. All the while, our kissing became animalistic as we sucked and gnawed at each other's faces. After what felt like ten minutes, Ian finally stopped, but my feeling of climaxing never ceased.Ian pulled his face from mine and cried, "I'm fully inside you. You are the first lover that I've been able to enter completely on the first insertion."I stammered, "I've been on a tidal wave of bliss since you pushed past my prostate. I'm still riding it,.