So I let Sharon go first. She called me right after you dropped her off. She was totally thrilled that she picked you to give her virginity too. I onl...y wish that I had a virgin hole to give you.”I replied, “Well in a way you did give me two virgin holes and for that I thank you.”Annette said, “Why don’t we go up to my bedroom and then you can thank me properly.”I helped peel that white dress up her thighs, her hips, and up over her breasts as she raised her arms up for me. She was without a. I pulled open her robe and massaged her B-cup breasts with those nice wide nipples.“Mmm...” she moaned into my mouth.I broke the kiss. “Um, shall we...?” I pulled her toward the bedroom. This was so random, but I wasn’t about to interrupt my second sexy encounter with this tanned bottle redhead with silly questions. Our first time had been in the building’s sauna, when she had been unfortunately chemically influenced due to my unknowingly borrowing Demie’s sexy scent. This time, though, Vicky. His photo shop was unique and extremely large for a small college town. There was a studio for professional photo work but next to it was a veritable museum of photography and a camera shop. The studio and shop were mutually attached via a large arched doorway. The first sight that came to the eye was a huge panorama of the city displayed on the back wall. It had been taken from the air and according to the sign below it, it had been taken in 1922, the same year that their mothers and. Do you think it’s nice?” Girls are so dependent on attention.“I think it is very nice. Do you wear it to school?”“No. I’m not allowed to wear it to school. Mommy says someone might see my panties when I am on the playground if I wear a dress.”“Your mommy is right. If you turn cartwheels while you are wearing a dress, it would fall around your body and everyone could see your panties. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”“I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”“Show me your cartwheel and I will tell.