She told me about the pressure at high school to fit in, to be fashionable, and how catty other girls could be. It astonished me how mean they were.Sh...e talked about the pressure to have sex. Being called a virgin was a complex label. If you’re pretty, you’d be labeled frigid or too scared. If you were a virgin and not pretty - a measure assigned by other girls that included looks and clothes - you were harassed with snide, spiteful words.It shocked me that I was so clueless about this. "Man, I loved nailing Hayden's hot ass in my bed." Speaking of Hayden, how do you think that will work?" I asked.Scott threw up his hands, "Hell if I know but I'm gonna make it work forhim. I still feel responsible no matter what anyone says. Too, I do lovehim." I hope it does work. If not, then poor Hayden," I lamented."What will he do?" Garrett asked."I don't have a clue," Scott stated. "I guess will cross that bridge whenor if we get there. I just hope like hell it doesn't happen. So. She inserted her full tongue in it and in between this she said do it same to me.i returned to her and as she was licking and fingering.i also started licking her pussy with my tongue and with my increased masti,I increased my pace with deep tongue licking.she was eating my pussy with her open lips at side and tongue in it.she was sucking with sound coming out from pussy….pucchh..aaaahhhaahh,so hard she was sucking my pussy creating a vaccum in it.she was like a kamasutra teacher to me.i was. I’d never seen her wear it. I took it from the hanger and let the soft, flowing fabric sift through my fingers.The hair on the back of my neck stood up and my heart flew into my throat. I had worn pairs of her panties before, but that was about pleasure, about getting off and having something, anything of a woman’s nearby. But I couldn’t wear a skirt. Could I? I wanted to. Why did I want to?My eyes flickered to the corner, where a pile of old clothes had fallen forgotten behind the hanging.