Our minds changed too."Bev smiled. She slid over to my side of the couch, the sides of our legsnow touching and said, "Well, then we shouldn't fight i...t." My heartstarted to flutter as she put her hand on my thigh and rubbed it gently.She leaned in for the kiss but I beat her to it and our lips locked. Herother hand was now gently stroking my cheek as mine was rubbing hercrotch. Through her jeans I could feel her cock start to stiffen. My headswirled as our tongues fenced. I was making out with. She was fighting a losing battle and she knew it. Eventually she learned to kiss the end of it. She would tickle the end of it with her lips; then her tongue. At first the curiosity of how things worked was intriguing.She fought with her humiliation and embarrassment by justifying her actions as a "necessary evil" to avoid getting pregnant. The other girls did it. She knew that. At least that was what they talked about and giggled about in the locker room.She tried to convince herself it was. The materials were all so gloriously soft and delicate. Hedidn't even know how to begin to make a choice. When he'd bought clothesbefore, he just went to Walmart or Target - recently, Goodwill - andgrabbed a pair of jeans from the boy's department. There was so much tochoose in this women's department that he nearly chickened out and leftthe store, Grace linked her arm through his and reassured him that shewould help him make good choices."I don't know. Maybe this is a bad idea," Jessie. Little slut didn’t waste any time fucking his dick. She began bouncing up and down, taking his cock as deep as her small frame would allow. She was relentless with her riding, almost as if she’d rode him several times before. Like she knew that this was the only way to coax the cum from his sack to fill her needy pussy. For some reason, it seemed like these two had been fucking for a long time. Of course my cock became hard again as I witnessed her ride this fool’s dick. I began stroking my.