I must have sounded very desperate, for she stiffened. She stiffened not because I touched her, but because of the desperation in my voice. But she di...d not say anything. “Please…” I whispered, “let me…just for today…let me touch you…” “Sar…!” Please…just once…please. I just want to hug you, that’s all.” She shut her eyes tight. I slowly encircled my arms around her. She started to stand up. I did not let her. “Oh, please…just let me hug you for a while…please…” But…Sar. This is not right.” I. Petite atfive-foot-two and 100 pounds, with long blonde hair,blue eyes, and a figure that could have easily gottenher elected to cheerleader, Beth could have had almostany boy in school if she had the opportunity and sether mind to it.Beth and I never played “doctor” or “you-show-me-yours-and- I’ll-show-you-mine” games. Oh, we sometimes talkedabout sex, but we never went beyond that point. Ourparents were very strict, and discussion or mention ofsexual subjects was. With my hand wrapped around the base of his cock as i wanked him, my tongue flicked over the tip of his cock, occasionally dipping my mouth back over its head as i wanked him into my mouth, soon he was so into it that ifelt his hands on the back of my head as he begun to force his cock further into my mouth, for several minutes he fucked my mouth as i knelt there in front of him and willingly let him do it. Rubbing his balls with my hand as i wrapped my other back around his cock, i started to. Curiously, unexpectedly, some fingers have found their way beneath Raven's costume, slowly inching their way over the smooth skin of her pubis towards the persistent throbbing of her swollen clitoris. Moisture is collecting between her thighs, dampening yet more fingers that seem intent on stroking every inch of flesh as they steadily ascend. Beneath her palms all is movement; her thighs quiver and her stomach vibrates at every breath, every touch and as every trickle of moisture descends from.