She stroked my lips underneath the fabric and ran her finger down the slit, I couldn’t help but open my legs to allow her further access I was so tu...ned on by the whole thing. She put her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit through the material, there was no way she would not realise that I was turned on as my pyjamas were wet with my juices.Her hand came back up to the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and slid underneath, her touch against my skin sent shivers down my spine as her hand. Grateful? Yes, that too. Have I learned a lesson? Yes. Was I an idiot? Yes. It all started, as many disastrous ideas do, in a bar. We were in the students’ union bar of our local university where we were meeting after an evening class. The four of us, me Donald, Brian, Maureen and Sarah were discussing what we would do at the Autumn half term. We had a half term because we were adult education students on a local history course. The genuine students around us didn’t have a half term. Brian and. At night I started to undress in front of the body length mirror I had in my room and I admired my boobs which were kind of big for my age maybe it was my mother’s trait ;). I slowly removed my panty which had white stain on it due to the wetness earlier and saw my pussy hiding behind the thick hair I had grown because of not shaving till now, some of it was shining in the light because of some wetness.I lied down in front on the mirror and tried to replicate what my mother did I began to just. "You... you want me to... ?" Yeah," grinned Jamal, "I been telling the boy here that for a White woman you ain't such a bad fuck. Oh, he's had his share of the best... Black women, but when I told him what a slut you were, that you just couldn't get enough Black cock, he wanted to find out for himself."Nice tits," grinned the younger Williams as he rose, walked over and slipped his hand inside Marcy's dress, fondling her luscious breasts.Marcy was nonplused. She had never given any thought to.