Emma leans back, enjoying everything her friend does to her. As she puts her hand on Lily’s shoulder, the girl comes closer. Their lips touch and th...y start to kiss softly. Lily’s finger recognizes the folds of Emma’s pussy. Softly she starts to caress every inch of it. When Lily’s hand had entered her clothing, Emma wasn’t wet yet. But she surely is now. Lily’s fingers smear her pussy juice all over Emma’s soft lips. The hand at Lily’s shoulder moves up, Emma grabs the back of her head. She. Rice and benne seeds. Local fish, meat, shellfish.Everything fresh, everything in season, everything from nearby. Centuries before the venerable Alice Waters opened Chez Panisse in Berkeley and kicked off the local sourcing craze.Cooking like nothing Kansas City had tasted. Except perhaps for visitors to Charleston. And even there it isn’t that common anymore. Gullah preparations had morphed in other directions, been subsumed into soul food, barbecue, and the various international flavors,. I was behind her to the side. I bent over and kissed her. She got off him and stood up. She pushed me on the couch and straddled me. We made out. She took my shirt off. I unbuttoned her pants. She unbuttoned mine and stroked my cock. She stood up and took her pants off. She left her underwear on. There she was. Super sexy. Big tits tat stood up on their own. A ghetto booty and toned muscles with a soft layer on top. He stood up and grabbed her from behind, felt her up and took off his clothes.. She asked me to take hold of it and put it on the floor. I did and she asked me to stand.As I stood facing her, she reached up and undid my shirt buttons. Removing my shirt exposed my chest which was covered with black hair. Her fingers roamed over my chest and through the hair that grew there. Looking me in the eyes, she asked if I was a virgin.My affirmative response brought a sad smile to her face. Here she was, a beautiful woman just short of 40, standing in front of a 16 year old virgin.