My hand went on her upper chest. She didn’t stop me and I got green signal. Slowly I push my hand inside her night shirt and made slow progress towa...rds her tiny but firm tits.Meanwhile, she was kissing my lips softly. I was now fondling her boobs. It was my first touch to any female. I wanted more, so I pushed my hand on her belly and located her belly button as I am not interested in belly button I didn’t stop there for more than few seconds and continued journey further. My fingers touched. ." she stuttered when she saw I was waiting for a response."You love cock," I said, fucking the gap between her incredible tits. "You're a slut. Just admit it." I'm a slut. Fuck my mouth. I'm a fucking slut," she blurted suddenly, with conviction, then slid that perfect, glistening mouth down my shaft again.My balls felt like they were about to explode but I pulled out and sprayed white strings of cum over her jiggling tits and pretty face, making her flinch and gasp."Maybe I will try you out,. “You like?” she asked. “Nice, tight, wet, and warm!”She began moving up and down while I rubbed her clit and tweaked her nipple. The palm of my hand was tickled by her soft, red pubic hair. Not as shockingly red as Kathy’s, but still lovely. I also very much enjoyed watching what was happening in the larger mirror on the wall.“I like,” I said, then nipped her shoulder.“This is my favorite position. It’s much easier for the guy to get me off.”“What’s the record?”“Six!”“Let’s see if we can top. I should know, my boy’s got a fu- … a friggin’ life sized poster of you in a red dress on his wall. See it every time I walk in. Make a point of it, in fact; pardon me for sayin’ so love, but you’re kind of easy on the eyes.” Then his face clouded over in panic. “Oh shit, I hope you were eighteen when that picture was taken. Pardon my French.” I could only laugh. “I’m Laurie,” Skip leaned forward to shake hands without shifting his bulk off the stool. “But you can call me Skip up here.” He.