It was dark - about 10:30, Linda guessed. Although the park and the street had their fair share of lamps, the light was not enough for her to recogniz...e faces. She could hear them laugh, though. They were having fun... and that made her sad.Linda was alone in the opulent, oversized, white-washed beach house, feeling her loneliness acutely. Her sisters had gone with Mr. Cool's gang to Sweeney's, the groovy dance club bursting with rhythm, and pretty faces and scantily-clad luscious bodies. She. ! Juicy Jenny still has to bend and break a few 'twigs' though: birching by the twigs she self-plucked or public peeJuicy Jenny still has double or triple her age to mature and enrichen in erotic experience, fast forward to Prof. P:----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Professor Poet Peter is a grey-haired hippie and elderly gentleman of enormous erotic experience as an AuthorProfessor. Taking my hand away from her breasts, I slowly moved it down her front. When I came to the little indentation of her navel, I drew a little circle around it with my fingertips, just brushing lightly and teasingly. Leaving her little belly-button, I moved lower. With just the tips of my fingers, I drew a line down the little roundedness of her belly, down to where her temple of Venus was hidden away. She gasped at the touch and shivered, the muscles of her stomach tensing up in anticipation of. Diane felt pale in comparison. She felt like such a c***d."So first we kissed a little bit," Anita said, lying very close to Diane.Slowly, Diane opened her arms and let Anita crawl into her embrace. She felt the other girl's soft, warm, bare skin, and it made her feel strange. Then, when Anita pressed her closed lips against hers, Diane let her kiss her lips.The kiss was meant to be brief, but once it started, neither girl wanted to seem chicken and be the first one to pull away. Bit by bit,.