She knew what brought on the lame come-on. What she couldn’t understand is why would anyone in their right mind would want to have sex with a guy? A...l that hair, and that bulk and that lack of subtlety in their body and that utilitarian shape? Bleah! Then she thought about the softness of women, the soft hair and the soft curves and their legs, their breasts, their butts… Then Marilyn felt a slight throb and swelling in her panties. It reminded her that once, she was like that guy that tried to. " There's nothing to tell, not like that," she said."Please, I want to know more about you." Really there's nothing to tell. I went to school and when I grew thistall I decided to become a model, isn't that what tall girls do?" Tiffanysaid with another giggle.Why am I giggling so much, crap if I don't stop, this guy will think I'minterested in him."You could have played basketball." And break a nail?" she giggled.Stop it, she thought, stop flirting. Flirting, God that's what I'm doing,I'm. I nodded, though I was pretty sure he wasn't paying much attention to my face. I slipped my fingers back into my pussy, curling them up so they brushed over my most sensitive spot. "Fuck." I cursed lightly, my hips bucking up into my hand. I hated this part, not because I didn't like it, but because it was never enough. It was hard to push my fingers in deeper, brushing over the soft little nub inside of me. I moaned, my fingers curled up further, my movements faster. My pussy was dripping,. “you like my finger in your ass?””uh huh,” she managed to say between moans and licks. “i always finger my asshole and pretend it’s your cock.” she was turning out to be quite adventurous. Not the shy aunty i had expected. I pulled out my finger and lay on the bed. “climb aboard baby, i want to taste your pussy too.” she needed no further encouragement and swung a leg over my face placing her pussy inches away from my eager tongue. I stuck my tongue out and touched her clit teasing it with.