..my muscles all over the body are all contracting with my pussy...the pulsations are so powerful. He takes a hold of my panties with both hands. I pu...t my hand on his and shake my head (no...dont). But that makes him pull them off so much rougher. I am splitting in two from the desire... and yet so scared of him not to like it. I dont even know if he's a virgin. What if he compares me... As he is spreading my legs wider I see him sliding off even lower. And as his head lowers between my thighs. Gloria burrowed her face in the crook of Deana's neck, and their legs tangled together."Deana?" What?" Does kissing Rebecca feel good, um, make you feel good?”Deana squinted her eye. “What makes you think I kiss her?”"Um, I guessed.”“You been spying again?” Deana asked.Gloria rolled on her back and stared at the ceiling. “Not really, I notice things and I—”“You notice them because you're looking where you shouldn't be looking. Now admit it, you were spying.”“Dee, I swear, I wasn't spying. I. I found her in the living room, standing by the fire place, talking to a tall fellow that I had never seen before. She was wearing a short pink dress and matching high heels; she looked beautiful. She had makeup on, which made her look older and attractive in a different way. She was holding a drink, in a tall glass, on her right hand and the guy was drinking beer from a can. She noticed me, smiled and nodded her "hi", then turn her attention back to the stranger. I understood then that I was. The delay was more than she could have hoped for.The car could only inch forward in line and wait. The guy in the window, pimply faced teen high school student, had to double-take. The girl in the car’s back seat was stroking her bare legs - seductively he thought - and she was smiling at him. This was his luckiest day ever. Sure, she was younger, but blonde and pretty and hot! Her tits were minute, scarcely bumps in the tight tee shirt she had on, just a kid, but she was the sexiest thing he’d.