You know... your..." Say it..." He growled."I'm kissing and licking your... your poop spot. I'm licking your poopspot because I'm your dirty girl and ...I like it. Please, please don'tpunish me!" You are my dirty girl. I love that you're saying what you like to do,but big girls don't call it a silly name like 'poop spot'. I want you tocall it what it is, call it my shithole. Now say that you like lickingand kissing my shithole!"I sobbed slightly, "That's a very dirty-dirty word... I don't want to. Next time, I won and this time I asked her to show her pussy. She insisted but I told her she has to and I also reminded and promised her that I will not do anything. She said, Vicky tum yeh theek nahi kar rehe hoo…I told her mami this would be fun. While covering her boobs with one hand she started undressing her saree. She asked me to help her and I agreed. She removed saree and lehenga…then she removed her panties. That was a view to die for. Her white pussy was awesome and was shaved. I was. The only way I could see to do that was to put the pictures on the computer in her bedroom. My parents never touched her computer (neither one of them was very computer-literate). Neither did I for that matter - or at least I hadn't in the past. I knew that this fact was about to change. Finally I needed to be able to automatically display the pictures. I knew that there had be any number of slide show programs available on the web for downloading. I plotted exactly how I was going to spring my. Once in the room, Jane turned to Shona and smiled. Shona instantly knew that look, a look she had seen so many times before. She walked to Jane, wrapping her arms around her. They both moaned softly as they held each other, feeling the other in their arms. After a few moments they kissed, gently at first, then with more passion, more urgency. Their tongues played together, sharing each others’ tastes. Shona’s hands caressed Jane’s back, rediscovering every part of her body. Her breasts became.