My good friend surprised me by boldly asking if I wanted to lick her P. I was taken aback a bit, both from seeing her naked for the first time, and co...nfused by her kinky invitation. Was P just an abbreviation for pussy, or did she actually want me to lick her pee? The way she was swinging her legs reminded me of someone trying to hold it in before going to the bathroom. I hesitated long enough and promptly got on my knees to eat her out. She avoided this for so long, I didn’t want her to have. Slowly and gently he started to gather the skirt raising the hem a little at a time. Hank grabbed Robert's wrist and looked angrily at him. He leaned over and whispered softly to Robert, "What the hell are you doing?" Robert merely turned to face Hank and stole a quick kiss on Hank's lips. "Every time you lean close, I'll take another kiss. Now sit back and enjoy yourself." The hem of the skirt reached Hank's knee, and Robert's hand slid under the hem to rest on Hank's pantyhosed knee.. I was too busy gawping at Jean's dangling labia, those folds thick and meaty between her legs, the silhouette clearly visible.Jean noticed my fixation. She shrugged. "Piss flaps like elephants ears," she said, crudely. "That's what one bloke said." You're beautiful," I managed to croak, tearing my eyes away from the sight of my aunt's ungainly labia."Thank you, darling," she replied, smiling at me as she d****d herself across the sofa, legs going wide so her pussy was entirely exposed. "Now,. We would choose up sides and wage ?war? on each other, capture members of the other side, tie the captive up and pretend to torture them until the game was over. When I was about 13, my sister Keri, who was 11, wanted to play. She was a real cutie, but this was a boy’s game and we weren’t sure we wanted her to get in the way. She kept begging us to be allowed to play. Well, I finally gave in. As the games progressed, it seemed that she was always the captive. She was captured by.