“Sssshhhaaahhhhh” a moan left my mouth without my permission! His unshaved beard poking my thighs was making me hornier.Then he inserted my hands ...nto my skirt and started rubbing the back of the thighs. And at the same time, he pressed his hand on my things above the skirt and massed it with his cheeks. I was finding it so difficult to handle this first sexual experience and even I started to press and grind my boobs, holding the book rack tighter.His hand slowly reached and touched the border. ”The canopy and bedspread were lavender, but the pillows, and the bit of sheet I could see were a deeper purple, though with a bit of a reddish hue.“Purple was always my favorite color growing up. But I tend to have more blue now than anything.”“Should I put on some music?” Summer asked, sounding slightly nervous once again.“Sure.”She went over to a very nice stereo system, pressed a button to open the drawer of a five-disc CD player, and quickly put in five disks. Another press of a button, an. “Too damned right.” He was told.It was only after he’d left that I thought I’d better ring Marion and let her know that her job might be in jeopardy. Penny answered the phone and was amused that I wanted to talk to her mother, asking if I was switching my affections. I said I’d explain later and I think she understood from my tone that it wasn’t time for jokes. She said okay and fetched her mother. I told Marion what had just happened and that Paul was keen to press charges and the possible. Still sliding back and forth, grinding my cunt into the smooth porcelain, I reached up with my hands to stroke my titties. They were so sensitive, I actually found myself wishing they were as big as Tiffany's huge melons. My hands were slippery, and I rubbed the pussy lubrication all over my rock hard, pointy little nipples, twisting them and cupping my tits in both hands. I knew I was going to cum soon, and I wanted to be playing with my breasts when I did, to increase the pleasure. I.