I remember as a young girl. I’d be 12, or 13. I’d just started growing breasts and I had nice curvy hips. I’d started growing pubic hair and had...a lovely dark triangle. I’d already started to get sensations between my legs and touched myself in bed, but hadn’t yet started to finger myself properly. I remember getting quite flushed and was, I suppose, a little concerned about whether my heart would explode, it was pounding that fast. One afternoon, I was in my bedroom. The curtains on the full. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me in tight for a kiss. We were passionately making out again, not just me and a man but me and Chris Smith! I found myself wondering what if Leila found out, and realising that I didn’t really care. He started to slide down the puffed sleeve on one of my shoulders and I had to stop it. ‘Chris,’ I said, trying my hardest to sound feminine, ‘I can’t do that, I hardly know you.’ My voice was trembling. ‘Man!’ He exclaimed, ‘Worth a try, right? I guess. Paterson replied with a coy smile saying, "You know that there is no extra credit other than the one make up exam Mr. Withers..." My face turned upside down as I realized no matter what I was gonna have to retake math in the summer and miss out on all the fun summer stuff this upcoming year. Mr. Paterson seemed moved by my sudden facial expression change as he said, "However, I know how important it is for you to passthis class, being that you want to attend that special schoul for talent... I. .” was all Dee could moan as my lips now reached the top of her big, firm booty. I got a whiff of her musky cunt as her juices now flowed glistening out of her pussy. I put a hand on her upper back and pushed down. Dee immediately pulled a pillow to her and buried her face in it. The movie played on her computer and the room was semi-dark, illuminated only by the glare of the computer screen. Still there was enough light to make out her room clearly.As Dee rested her head on the pillow, her.