I could feel the warmth of her womanhood pressing down on my stiff cock. She leaned forward, her long hair going everywhere, and we kissed again. She ...loved to kiss and be kissed. The more we kissed, the more she would rock back and forth, my cock pressing against her pubic area. “Do you think you could put it in me?” Fernanda asked. “Sure,” I replied. I was in new territory. I was a still a virgin, but didn’t want to admit it. I had gotten hand jobs and I had gone down on a girl, but full on. A warm foot caressed her leg. Suddenly she felt a hand pull on her nightgown, exposing her skin to air. Lisa held her breath. Her brain had a hard time putting together the clues. She felt Sara's movements – restrained, but easy feel pushed against eachother as they were. The girl was touching herself! Under their shared cover! While... also touching Lisa?Lisa was unsure of what she should do. She should feel disgusted, but... she felt ... warm. The nightgown was pulled up over her behind and. " So, who exactly was Wendy?" Wendy Pearlman lived just down the street from us. Wendy and Stevie were pretty much inseparable. I truly believe that they would have married and grown old together if she was still alive." Stevie had a nasty case of the flu one year. He was in bed for three days before anyone thought to check on him. Wendy was the one. She came over every day to feed him soup and crackers. She cleaned him up, she changed his bed, and between her and her mother, they had Stevie. Have the guy you meet us a condom too. You’re too young and way too pretty to be getting pregnant right now. One last thing alright” I went on to say. “I’d do you in a heartbeat but I have children and a wife I love. Nothing’s ever going to change that.” She sat there beside me and got depressed. Nether of us said a word as I looked at her. She looked at me and then she smiled. “What?” I asked. All she did was keep on smiling. “What?” I said again. Her smile looked almost as naughty I thought.