Finally, we could have a look at the new leotards. They were shiny orange, with a similar tiger scratch design to the boys but made of a black velvet ...material rather than printed on. However the leotard was quite different, rather than being tank leotard like the old kit, this had a high neck collar with a round hole on the back near at the base of the neck and the scratches were outlined with diamantes. We watched one another as we pulled the shiny outfits over our bodies, then helped each. I was gasping for breath and didn't want him to stop. I needed him to keep going. I pulled his head back down between my legs and grinding my pussy in his face moaned "Please...don't stop...please." Did he even understand what he was doing to me? He put one hand under each hip and lifting my ass off the tables buried his face between my legs and begin licking at a faster pace. He lapped at my clit until I was crying out in pure ecstasy. I tightened my thighs, trapping his head between my legs. Her relief when I didn't tell our parents that I had caught her smoking dope had made her grateful, and she had only needed the subtlest of hints that I wanted to see her dressing. She clearly thought she was safe enough with a ten-year old boy, and with unconcealed amusement had let me watch one evening as she prepared to go out.I had watched carefully, and memorised the feminine body language and gestures that women use when dressing and undressing. As I practised later, mimicking my sister's. It was even more impressive than I could remember. As I held it in my hand I felt its weight and it was so warm and smooth like velvet! He was uncut and I delicately pulled back on the skin uncovering what must be the most beautiful purple head in the world. As I did so my nostrils caught a slightly pungent smell that I could not resist. I stuck my tongue out and slowly circled behind the rib enjoying the taste of his most intimate secretion while my hand enveloped his huge hanging scrotum..