I could still feel her warmth as I made a fist. I glanced at my watch. Time to get a move on. Time to pay the bills. Time to go to work.***Still breat...hing heavily, I eased across and sat naked on the edge of the bed.Behind me, I felt her come over and wrap her arms around me as she pressed her full breasts against my back. Her long black hair fell over my shoulders like a shawl as she lightly kissed my neck. I smiled and took her left hand in mine and brought it to my lips."Mmmmmmmmmm," she. She brushed herhair away from her face with her hand so she could get a better view ofhim."We study English, of course, but we mainly study music. Philippe ispianist and I am singer. We are at Royal College of Music. Are youstudents?" Yes, actually," said Emma, "I'm studying Journalism and ContemporaryHistory at London University. Queen Mary College." Ah! You will be a hot shot reporter I think," Pedro said."Or a music critic," Emma added, smiling."Music critic! I will have to be very nice to. Warm, squishy with a little moisture & after a bit of fingering, I removed it to have a lovely sniff.I managed to get the underwear right down & over one foot so she had nothing in the way. I moved back up & started to kiss her wonderful brown haired bush, working a tongue through the foliage to her lovely, brown lipped pussy hole. I felt two hands around my head to pull me in & give her a damn good licking out. She managed to let out a bit of juice to hit me like a quick shot in the face & it. I swirled my tongue deep into her belly button and it sent a chill down her body. Moving my head away from her body, I looked at the most wonderful sight I had seen in a great while; the delicious body of a developing fourteen year-old girl. Her small little breasts, jutting out with her nipples at attention, her slender waist, well on its way to becoming curvaceous show for the boys, her spreading hips, showing off her beautiful, firm ass and, best of all, her curly, scantily growing pubic.