Some weeks I used green, others blue. I definitely stood out!As well, she tended to my nails, which by now where long and strong. Sheused nail polish ...hat complimented my hair choices. I loved the otherteens at the jean shop, and soon was outfitting many young females. Somebecame friends. I started going to concerts, birthday parties, andoutings with them. I started writing to foreign youth asking for postcards. I soon had quite a collection!One constant throughout all this was mommy. She. Hanh... before." Irene blubbered as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks."Does it matter to you, Irene," I asked in a soft voice for, as I thought about how she'd fucked me, I decided that I was definitely not the first inside that hairy, juicy twat. "And I don't see any blood," I added although I knew that the absence of a cherry wasn't conclusive evidence of non-virginity."Hanh... but you are... you're the first... hanh... and it does matter... hanh... Joe... Hanh... It matters a lot," my. I think Kim and I stayed there, laid out on our backs, legs apart, cum dripping out of our over used pussies for a good hour, before we could even help each other up. I thought about hopping into the pond to rise off, but that would take to much energy, so I just got my shirt and shorts and put them on. Having a white t-shirt out in the rain is maybe not the smartest thing, because the instant it gets wet – it is see through. Both myself and Kim in see through tops, and as we started to walk. The Brazilian was an interesting experience. Newly coiffed, she had walked through to the pleasant, airy room where these proceedings took place. She got naked below the navel, as required, and waited in the comfortable reclining chair for the stylist. There was a knock at the door and a man’s voice said, “Can I come in now?” She was about to say “No” quite loudly when the door opened and the man walked in. “I’m your stylist,” he said. Em said, “Oh,” in a surprisingly small voice. “Oh, OK.