I lay back on my pillows, holding one against me, imagining your hard frame on top of me, feeling the weight of you holding me down. You're kissing me... deeply, passionately, and I am arching to press my body to yours, needing you with a fierce intensity.I slide my fingers between my thighs, imagining you holding me down, pinning me hard against the mattress, as you press the head of your thick, hard cock into my hot, tight, little cunt. Your hands, so much larger than mine, cup my breasts as I. Hair tied back. Her tight flat little tennis top clinging to her tiny torso revealing her shoulders and her slightly too short pop skirt that just invited all the boys to take a peek as they picked up their rackets....She looked towards the drawer. My wife and I held our breath as we watched. Anna walked straight over to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer. My wife and I froze, mouths wide open. My wife gripped my hand and squeaked with excitement. How would our darling little daughter. She moved her head away and said, "Um, let me up, okay?" and I thought that maybe our fun was over when she sat up and quickly took off her shirt and bra, then lay back down, smiling up at me."Now, that's better, right?" and she pulled me down and we began kissing again.Omigod, the first girl's boobs I'd ever seen. Or felt. Oh, man, this was heaven, for sure. They were so soft and nice. She whispered, "Why don't you kiss my boobs, Aaron, I'd like that," well I needed no further encouragement. It's wrong." "What's wrong about it, Davie?" he asked desperately, feeling his conquest slipping irretrievably from him. "It's not wrong--it's right,don't you see that, Davie? It's right because you're a woman now,Davie, a woman--with a woman's body and a woman's needs. You're readyto fulfill that womanhood . . . you're ready to give in to youremotions, Davie . . . to let that woman inside of you free . . . "Like Trish does . . . if that's the kind of woman I'm supposed tobe--a bitch in heat!".