So it was a time when my friends could chat and not think about school.In our last year at school, we were both 16, Ian came up this Saturday, I'd jus... split up with my current steady girlfriend, and Ian was upset by this, "Why" I asked, "It would have been nice if she could come down and wank me off" he replied. "She wouldn't have done that" I said, "I know, but I've always wanted to know what it feels like". I knew he was a virgin.As we sat in my bedroom listening to music and reading soft. I rolled her panties down her calves. “And that pussy... I'm drooling.”“I bet you are,” the MILF said, stepping out of her panties.That made her butt-cheeks jiggle before me.My dick throbbing, I nuzzled my face into her bush and licked at her. My tongue caressed her slit. I stroked her. She groaned, her butt-cheeks clenching tight before my face. It was amazing to enjoy. My tongue thrust into her cunt.I swirled around in her married pussy. I reveled in the taste of her. Her flavor soaked my. My heart skipped a beat. Wetness dripped into my panties. Was it the remains of the KYJelly or my own lubrication?The days were passing slowly. I noticed little things about myself that took on a new significance. My breasts felt tender but not uncomfortably sore. My nipples, once light brown, had darkened and grown a little larger. I noticed for the first time little milk-like blisters forming on the areola. These didn't feel like blisters. I just didn't know how else to describe them.I often. "Jesus Ralf, don't you ever give it a bleeding rest, its just a ... Oh my Christ, Sadie the sadist! What the fucking hell is she doing in here?" I found myself blurting out.As I'd begun speaking, I'd snatched a quick glance over my shoulder to take a gander at this so-called vision of loveliness that Ralf was raving on about. And ... well, standing there, just inside the pub door, her eyes scouring the bar's patrons, obviously hunting down some poor sob in particular, was the devil incarnate.