Why did it come to this? Why me? Why did I accept to go through with this? Should I really feel good about what I just did? What was she thinking? Doe...s she not even like me as a friend? Am I even a friend to her anymore? Why didn't I say no? Am I a horrible person for committing to that? What even am I to her? An object? A joke? Why didn't she do this with someone else? With one of her better friends? What did she even see in me to act in such a way? Was there anything there in the first. Even when she got her fanny hair, you could still see it.Mary had to poke around a bit before she could find her own clit. She had done it in private. Getting caught playing with her genitals would have seen her put on a diet of bread and water for a month. But she had to try and find it. She couldn't understand why hers was tucked so out of sight, while Hazel's could be seen practically any time she was knickerless.Could it explain why Hazel liked boys? And why boys liked Hazel? The girl was a. My body was under her control. She watched me with desire in her eyes as she mastered my pussy with her mouth. Her fingers danced around my butthole, then teased across my labia as she fed herself my vagina. It was fucking incredible.Minutes ago, she'd told me she'd had sex with a couple girls over the summer. I couldn't believe it! We both have boyfriends. But, she made it sound so exciting, like masturbating only another girl is doing it to you. "Girls understand girl's bodies the best," she. “Of course not!” I reply with enthusiasm, turning toward her, showing her a friendly smile, hoping it’s not showing too much of the real emotion I’m feeling for her right now. I wouldn’t push her out of my bed anyway, she seems to be exhausted.“At what time do you need to wake up?” I ask her weirdly, going for such a trivial thing after having fucked passionately as we did.“0700 is good for me,” she replies, chuckling at my weirdness.I reluctantly remove a hand from her ass and set the alarm..