She does her work quietly, always polite and helpful. She holds elevator doors and never takes the last cookie on the tray. She is the kind of girl yo... can imagine in church, kneeling with bowed head, her dark hair lustrous in the dim light. Her gaze, were it to be lifted, is blue fire and unnervingly direct, but for the moment the fringe of her thick dark lashes looks modest enough. Her mouth is small and firm, and if her lips seem on the verge of parting, that is surely your imagination at. "Well, I wish I really did look sexy. My boyfriend said he likes girls with... bigger ones," Chelle said, motioning her breasts. "He’s in high school, so I know he sees bigger ones all the time." "Well, your boyfriend is crazy. You look really hot. Little boys don't know what's what, anyway," Harris threw in casually. "Is that that who you're headed to see?" "Yes, we hook up at his mom’s house when she goes to work." Harris laughed aloud. "His mom's house? You mean he doesn't even have enough. You see, when I said Mary was in her low rise jeans, I meant really low, butt barely covered. So, when she started to bend-down and move fast in the games, they started to ride lower and lower, and I could not help but stare. Her pants were already showing ⅓ of her cheeks, and since she was so happy and already kinda drunk, she didn’t even noticed (or cared about). I bite my lips and stold in the sofa behind my friends, saying I was a bit tired and just wanted to see. Ofc, eventually they. They each took turns with the razor, making sure that every speck of hair was gone. I didn’t realize how exciting being shaved could be. Now that I had no hair covering anything, every inch of my pussy seemed even more sensitive. Matt said that he wanted to find out what it was like to eat a clean pussy and he planted his mouth right over my clit. I came as soon as his tongue touched me, but he didn’t stop there. He continued to give me a tongue lashing while Dale licked and nibbled on my tits..