Her year of independence had given her a self-assurance which showed in the way she held herself.She now stood around 5’6 with a natural bronze pony...-tail and her large brown eyes sparkled. Her petite curvy figure still had small pointy tits and a butt that still begged to be buggered.And on that drive from the station together, we began on the same wavelength; exchanging personal stuff, which became even more intimate as we neared the Eden Resort. The prospect of revisiting it, clearly excited. I pressed my younger against the crotch area, it tastes unreal. I can't describe to you how my little s1sters, young fresh virgin pussy juices taste, it's just an indescribable best taste ever. I take my thong off. My thong is soaked with my pussy juices from where I have been wet. I take my s1sters underwear, split my pussy with two fingers and start pushing her underwear into my hole, all of the underwear, until nothing is left of them. They are inside my pussy, the thought of my little. " Hey, I'm good. Hadn't been with a girl in a long time, it was fun, felt good. Guess I shouldn't have assumed you felt the same way. Look, I'm sorry if you weren't cool with it." It's just ..." and I trailed off. What a dork I was being. Say what you mean, man.His expression softened. "Hey, listen, you don't have to make any excuses. I started it. I guess I just let myself get out of control." Hesitatingly he added, "Maybe it was a mistake."I offered, "I'm not saying it was a mistake." . Stern,’ pretty please? I rather like the formality of it, at least for now. What is it that you wish from me, sir?” Pippa surprised me, making me feel that perhaps I misjudged my prospects with her, though I persisted, needing to know for sure.“So, Ms ... I don’t actually know your surname, do I? I hoped for a lunch date from you, if that’s possible. Would you be open to that?” I posed the question to her, wondering what sort of reply I’d get.“Just call me ‘Pippa,’ please. No need to be formal.