“Er – No? Why should it be?”“Well, I’m not – experienced – you know?” she said. I laughed and pulled her to me.“Well I don’t min... de-flowering you if you don’t mind de-flowering me,” I said.“Really?” she asked. I nodded and she laughed. “Well let’s get back to my room and get ourselves well and truly – DE-FLOWERED!”It was the stuff we dream of. And I can still feel that wonderful feeling of first penetration. It was the first cunt I’d fucked and we didn’t sleep until nearly five in the. ~ Sinns ~ Water splashes behind us, a large waterfall cut through the mountains providing the source. Allie and I hold each other in the cool stream, letting the bubbling flow weave in and around our naked limbs. Caresses become kisses. Kisses become more. The slow current works around Allie's breasts – the top half of her tan, perky mounds a perfect target for my lips. Her arms wrap around my neck. Her hands clasp behind my head. Her tongue moves over my lips and into my mouth. We savor each. I was tuning up our mountain bikes, lubing chains, tightening cables and airing up tires. I heard a familiar voice asking if Lesly was around. I turned to see Susan our hot little neighbor. She was in a pair of tiny little shorts and a tube top. She had been on the dance squad with Lesly and also would go with us on mountain biking trips. She came and gave me a hug and I told her that Lesly was in the van. I asked her how she knew where we were. She told me that Lesly had called from a gas. She was dressed to kill and I found myself swallowing unconsciously. ‘Hi,’ she said. ‘Hello Cheryl,’ I adjusted my glasses to take a better look at her. ‘You’re looking exquisite today. Are we celebrating something?’ ‘Your birthday,’ she said, leaning forward to kiss me. I turned my cheek, assuming the kiss was sisterly but she went for my lips instead. The kissogram started out as light and effusive but somehow, our tongues tangoed in a French kiss. ‘My, oh my!’ she exclaimed when we.