I caressed her from her feet, kissing her calves, her knees and her fleshy legs. She squirmed as I gave a through tongue lashing to her milky thighs.�...��Prakassssssshhh” she screamed as I touched her over her panties, slowly caressing her inner thighs and then boldly up her camel toe. She was so wet, her panties were drenched. I looked into her eyes.“It is ok, I want you to see me” she said holding my hands to her sex.Slowly I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties and tugged. I stood and undid my belt and slowly lowered my pants to my knees, I smeared some of the slick stuff in to my butt hole and put a huge amount on his massively big dick head. I turned around and placing my hands on a tree that was there, I bent slightly at the waist and braced for what I knew would be painful. My friend moved to me and with one hand gripping my side he rubbed that big firm dick head up and down the crack of my butt. It was like he was teasing me with that monster, as it would. ’ I held her for a couple of minutes, gently rubbing her back. She pulled back a little and looked at me. She leant forward and kissed me briefly on the lips. A rush of memory and emotion passed over me, and I looked at her quizzically. In a soft voice she said ‘Terri’s parents are here for the weekend, and although they’re nice people, they’re so bl**dy *normal*. I don’t /want/ to talk about cousin Dave’s wedding, or discuss the latest happenings on Eastenders.’ I nodded, because I knew now. She thought she was excited to be 'home' but questioned if that was really an honest thought or whether it was simply the impact of nostalgia. Of course, many things had changed in the years that she had been gone, most notably, her. Her debut into the world of fashion modeling involved her prom dress and the resulting advertisements featuring her picture wearing it and the follow-up feature stories on the national news of the "Girl in the prom dress". After that, model agencies and designers.