I'm looking forward to it" Rising with her in my arms, I carried her to the table, setting her down on her back, knees bent, legs slightly spread. Wal...ing to the foot of the table, I placed my hands on her knees, pushing them out and down, exposing her young, damp, virgin pussy. The warm, pink flesh was bedewed with her juices. I smiled as I bent forward, breathing in her natural perfume. Extending my tongue, I licked from her sphincter to her clit, her bush tickling my nose as I tasted her for. We agreed to meet up and she came and stayed with me for the evening and night.She was a BBW lady, who I will just call Tina. She told me about the other guys she had met on the site, including a VERY well-hung black guy, and how none of them had managed to 'hit the spot' for her. I couldn't work out why. Anyway, after a light 'supper' (Ha ha!) we got down to it. She was a sensual as hell!!!!! Had one hell of a blow job technique and everything. BUT . . . there was still something I could not. A pair of soft feminine lips covered my mouth, her tongue firmly demanding entrance. Opening my mouth, our tongues excitedly intertwined, urgently exploring. At the same time I felt soft hot mouths on both breasts, gently sucking in my nipples, nipping them lightly with their teeth. My body trembled at the sudden attention being paid to it.For a long minute the exquisite stimulation continued, then the mouths disappeared as quickly and unexpectedly as they had arrived. Fingers hooked the sides. They tell me I was thesweetest bundle from heaven. And they kept all my baby stuff.Sometimes they pull all that stuff out and show it to my friends. Howembarrassing! But all parents do that, I guess.Mom and Daddy weren't sure what to do about dressing me as a baby andlittle kid. Daddy said that just because he had made a decision whenhe was a teenager "to dress pretty" didn't mean that I would want todo it.But Mom tells me that from the age of about five, I just didn't wantto wear anything but.