"She giggled and hugged me real quick, then dove at my middle, tugging my shorts off desperately. She took me in her hand and blew on me lightly."I lo...e making it grow."She manipulated it, kissed it, licked it. She got her wish and it grew in her hand. Another triumphant giggle and then she licked it from the bottom up. She took the head in her mouth and licked that sensitive part just underneath. My body pulled in involuntarily and she made an "Uuhhhmmm" noise while still holding me in her. She watches the girl trying on shoes, always placing them back on the shelf before moving on. Azelia has occasionally chatted with the girl when at the library studying. Chat really isn’t the word either. It is more like fumbled through a question or two. But this time, she plans to make it more of a conversation. Taking a deep breath, trying to gain the courage to actually talk to her, she approaches her. “Can I help you with something?”“Not just now, thanks,” she is a bit abrupt, but when she. It was clearly and unambiguouslya feminine style, but it was winter and I thought I could hide it undera woolly hat when I went out, so I wasn't too stressed. "It's veryfeminine," I said, meaning to intimate that I was not fully happy aboutit."Thank you," she said, "I learnt to do it when I was a student at uni."She had taken my comment as a compliment. I decided to let it ride."I like making you feminine, and you being feminine," she mused aloud,"and I think we should do more. But your top. The moan that escaped from him was almost enough to make me spurt. My already rock hard dick threatened to split down the middle. I kissed my way down his neck to his chest where I was busily pinching and torturing his nipples. I took a perverse delight in first licking and gently biting his right nipple while blowing my hot breath across it and then sucking cold air over it into my mouth causing him to break out in goose bumps and writhe in heat.I wanted this boy so badly that nothing was.