She took a breath, and then said, "Well, do you want a romantic or a classical tutu?" I don't know," I said, "What's the difference?" The romantic is ...like the long skirts worn in Giselle. The classical is the straighter, shorter style worn by ballerinas in productions like Swan Lake." Like the ones in Swan Lake, I guess," I said."Okay," she said, "I have one or two in stock that may fit you. They are size adult large." She brought out the tutus, one pink and one white. "Do you have a preference. A couple of minutes later, I realised too late that I was about to come and there was only one option so I shot my load into her panties. I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was their chatter downstairs but Sally, the other sixteen-year-old was already upstairs and came straight into the room. She shrieked and yelled to her mum to come upstairs, as I tried valiantly to cover my penis with the soggy panties.Moments later, they all appeared in the doorway, taking in the. “Here, let me help.” Zel grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the bush. “Ah shit.”“What’s wrong?” Mike asked.“You’re covered in Dragon’s Breath.” Zel flicked a bright red chunk of pollen off of Mike’s arm. “We need to get you washed off as soon as possible.”“Why? Am I going to catch on fire or something?” Mike shook his head, watching the red dust fall free.“No, stop!” The crimson pollen blew across the gap between them, settling on Zel. “Shit!”“I’m sorry.” Mike tried to brush the pollen off. As I was going in, she hugged me from the back and asked me to make her mine. I turned and started kissing her.We first had a soft lip kiss and then slowly a passionate kiss, our tongues rubbing each other. Our breath going out of control.My hand was running all over her back and her hand to was following the same. I pressed her bum. And then I brought one hand over her love hole. I pushed her to a wall and was kissing like there was no tomorrow. We were feeling each other. She slipped her hand.