I let my breathing slow, while I picture your strong arms pinning me to your chest, locking me into your embrace and I know... and I know... I am your...s.I rinse the soap from my body with the last of the hot water. Wrapping a towel around me, I make my way into the bedroom and open the closet to pull all of my work clothes aside, working my way to the back, where I stashed all my "sexy clothes."Your voice is still ringing in my ears, "You're mine, my love. You belong to me," so I pull back the. ” “You’ve been playing it off well,” she replied. She reached out and touched my face with her hand. My knees felt like they were going to give out. Then she moved her hand down my neck to my breast. My nipples were hard with her touch. Without a word, our mouths found one another in the hot, afternoon sun. “I’m so turned on,” I moaned, the sound of my voice almost foreign to me. “I am, too, love. I am, too,” she. Over time, and with no distractions, Ibecame more fluid in my movements, and I began to talk in that breathlessmanner so many girls use. I also started reading some of the teenmagazines so that I would know what was in, and what wasn't. A girl issupposed to know those kinds of things, so I made an effort to find out.Wearing a skirt or dress every day became so natural that I no longerworried about it. Doing my own makeup and hair had become routine, even adrudge at times. My mother never. No....what?" Amy gasped when Betsy's hand moved under her panties and quickly resume the attack on her little pleasure button. "AHHH!" Betsy felt resistance at first but within ten seconds Amy's body relaxed and her legs opened wider. She pushed inside her inner lips and discovered that she was a virgin. Amy was on overload. She reached over and pulled Betsy's lips back to hers again and as they frenched her hand moved down between Betsy's legs and rubbed over her damp crotch. "Let me take.