Of course, by this time I was rock hard and she could feel it. She unzipped my jeans, brought my cock out and began to lick and suck it. I couldn’t ...believe she was doing this because she’d told me she hated blow jobs. But soon I couldn’t think about that anymore because she was licking and sucking it like her life depended on it. By this time, my hands were under her dress, caressing her lovely thighs and also her round ass.I couldn’t take it anymore and after a while and pulled her upright. We. "Good mor-" Andy stopped. His voice was not the same. "Good morningSophie," came a sweet, high voice.Andy could not believe it. Until now he had hoped, against all evidence,that this was some sort of mass delusion, coupled with a chest rash. Butnow it was clear. He said a few more words quietly and there was nodoubt. His voice, which had only just begun to break in the first place,had un-broken.It's the clothing, Andy thought, in a moment of clarity. The singlets andtraining bras had altered. She's the one who taught me that."Sally's smile seemed to glow. Without saying anything else, she pulled me down for a deeper, more passionate kiss.The feel of her body moving under mine, the kissing, the scent of her perfume, all of it was having the normal affect on me. To say the least, the towel offered token resistance.With one leg hooked behind me, Sally brought up her other between my legs. She rubbed against me and the motion freed me from the loose confines of the towel.She never. I mean, has he ever told you that I'm a great lay?" she fretted."Well, no, he hasn't. But that's because he loves you. He doesn't kiss and tell, even with me, about the girl he loves: that's you." Well, what do you think he likes best, that you've done with him?"Collette sighed. "Sammy, you're being silly!" Please?" Humpf. Fine. Well, I have found that Dave... well, wait a minute. You're never going to tell Dave anything I say, will you? Because if you are, I'm not telling you anything. I mean,.