I didn't end there but continued down to the edge of her panties. I had moved my hands up over her breasts and neck as my tongue slipped southward; th...erefore, the pressure from my tongue on her panties drove her to cry out with more pleasure. I drove my tongue forward and licked her from the bottom of her panties to the top. My lips and tongue were directly settled on her wet, warm and nicely sweet-smelling pussy. She smelt amazing and was soaking wet but only began to flow more under the. .. barely 24 hours ago. Sex with her last night was just that ... sex! Sex with her now was different. It wasn’t just a good fuck but a real love making session and just as his body was climaxing into that beautiful spasm called an orgasm he bent his lips forward towards hers and kissed the girl with the gentlest and most affectionate kiss he could possibly muster ... and Gemma felt it as such ... just as her body was twisting up in one wild orgasm itself. Gemma Greene instantly knew that that. I went outside to receive my angel. There she was, a hot, gorgeous, sexy and stunning lady waiting for me to come and pick her. We saw each other, our eyes met and we both blushed.I approached her and gave a light hug. We had a handshake; she had such smooth skin, completely waxed that I could feel current by her touch. Let me describe her. She had a perfect figure I guess 34C, 32, 36. She was quite a curvy and had flesh at right places.Fair in looks, long hairs which were colored brown. Her. I loved the locker rooms. I loved staring at other boys' cocks when they changed into their uniforms or when they showered. Sometimes, I would have my way with them. I was never called by gay slurs- with one exception. One unlucky punk decided to try calling me that. He got his ass kicked...and then some. It happened in sixth period English class my senior year. Mrs. Nelson was having us read "The Glass Menagerie". That play was the autobiographical story of the early life of Tennessee.