Scott slowly slid his big hands up the outside of her smooth legs. He reached under her dress and pulled Katie's small panties down and off. Her stoma...h was all fluttery; her chest heaved with every breath. Her pussy felt impossibly wet. Scott looked down at Katie's small body, at her lush tits and open legs. Her pale pussy hair barely covered her mound. He looked into her brown eyes, framed by black lashes. "Don't worry, Kat. No need to be nervous, I’ll take good care of you."Scott moved his. .." also if, naturally, i did a bit pretend of nothing, also i couldn't at not to think about it :-P. It was summer when i came to my house with a friend, a little later, when us about to exit, my sister arrives and ask me a commission and she had an habitual tunic for house, white, a little wrinkled, with the effect close-up indeed, with the form of the tits that was good and then that tunic seemed to be a bit neutral namely seemed white and a bit transparent because when i, instinctively look. They had identical dimensions but were in every respect opposites: One was brown haired, posh-spice looking, full body tan, surely waxed-smooth pussy, probably rode horses in fox hunts and daddy was a stockbroker with a porsche; hell, her name probably was Porsche. The other had jet black hair, a dark olive skin, jet black eyes, fine petite face but big maroon lips and wide smile and very white teeth, probably came from India. Probably an Indian princess ... or belly dancer. Fantasies started. I took off my shirt on my own. I wasn’t big at all, but I worked out occasionally and had more toned muscle and visible and abdominal muscles. “I’m liking the body,” She said, giggling again. “The cock could be better.” I was maybe 4 inches at the time, probably smaller than most of the guys she had seen before. “But it won’t stop me from doing this,” Sophie said, taking my cock into her cute little mouth. She definitely knew what she was doing. I groaned. It felt amazing. “I hope you know.