The young woman twirled as her bell-like laughter tinkled throughout the room. After a moment, her hands ran up and down her slender, yet curvaceous f...rm. She hugged herself tightly and sank to the floor where she quietly began to contemplate the fire. The flame light danced deep in the reflections of her deep sapphire-hued orbs, her flawless alabaster skin and curly, raven-black hair meshing seamlessly into the absolute whole of a stunning woman. She sighed and drew her long, coltish legs up. ‘You go ahead and do your thing. I’ll just sit over here quiet as a mouse.’ He pulled up a chair directly in front of the bed. Debbi knew that Brian wasn’t likely to just watch and leave, but she was so hot for her teacher, and this looked like the only way. She decided to accept the compromise and ignore the leering spectator. She turned her attention to Marla while Brian settled back and undid his belt. Debbi felt some awe, approaching the perfectly proportioned brunette. This was one of her. I remember the day I had my first period. I was sitting on Mrs. Bookmen's sofa when I noticed stains of blood on my white shorts. I cried out and Mrs. Bookmen rushed over to have a look. She stripped off my shorts and panties and wiped my pussy with a clean wet cloth then kissed me there and told me it was all better. She explained what had happened and that all was all right. I realized I liked the comfort of her mouth kissing my pussy and I hoped that she would do it again soon.It was right. Then she looked up at me again. Do you think it will fit inside me? she asked. I nearly came right there. Are you sure you want to try? I asked. She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately. She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction. Have you ever done that before? I asked. No, she said. My friend Teresa has though, and she told me.