Then it was Chipo’s turn. She was a real beauty, smaller and delicate boned: a 14-year old, a doll of a princess. As she got her leg over and strad...dled Esther’s face - she was more reserved than her friends and more nervous. But it became easier for her when Dadirai brought the other two girls over to play with Esther’s protruding clitoris. She taught them how to masturbate her as Chipo tentatively wriggled her hips and therefore rubbed her cute little butt on Esther’s face. She was sweet. She quickly huddled up her girl gang while I clicked some cool pics. It was all candid pics. As she came over to take her camera, I suggested her to take a look at the pics if she liked them. She agreed and was scrolling through the pics. She loved them and even tilted the camera towards my direction to see. That’s when I leaned closer to her and her perfume just wafted through my senses. She sensed me taking a deep breath and gave a hint of smile. Her friends started calling her and she rushed. The blonde boy was rushing over to give me a high five for doing something bravely in the game. When our hands met, his chest was inches from my face. I could almost feel his sweat splash onto me. My heart skipped a beat as my stomach filled with a different species of butterflies. As he left to get into his position, I could still smell his stench. It was something that didn't bother me, instead, stimulated me. Trevor's wide brown eyes met with mine as we continued to stare at each. I knew it was behind the barn back in Frederick, but I could not remember the girl. She was probably right about the women who eked out a living by screwing Washington's fading army. They'd have stolen everything but his eye teeth and left him poxed and lame."Well," she said, stretching and pulling the blanket up to her shoulder, "they'll make fun of him and take advantage of him, won't they. He knows nothing about women despite having three younger sisters." I guess I could remedy that," I.