He moved his finger tips over my pussy and had a feel of my soft silky skin. At that time I was burning like hell and an orgasm started building in me.... I got wet, my pussy started dripping but I remained calm and quite as if I was in a very deep sleep. He touched my ass hole also. He repeated this many times and with the other hand he was grabbing his erected dick over the pant. At one touch I suddenly opened my eyes. His fingers were still on my pussy lips. He got feared and pulled his hand. I had some special sense for women. Most of my friend’s would dig Kathy the beautiful, tall woman; mother of Mitchel, with well enhanced 36C cup tits but she would not do a thing for me. To me, she was skinny with no ass and I hate to push pillows under the hip before fucking any bitch. Carmen; John’s mom, gave me a hard on all the times and she loved to have us, the boys over at her place. When alone, I always dreamed, I mean wet dreams. She was the reason of my wet dreams and there was not a. He sat down next to me. I didn’t say a word to him but I looked at him wondering what it would be like to have him suck my cock. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about it but I was fascinated with the thought.I especially liked the idea of getting a blow job from someone who wanted to do it. I couldn’t believe a guy would want so suck another guy’s cock but he did! He even said he would swallow my cum…didn’t he? He would eat that gooey slime that spurts out from between my legs when. It also didn't help when I noticed them holding hands. And it didn't help when I noticed them kissing. Like a fucking couple.Then I remembered.Her comments.Zoey always thought Beth was cute. I mean, really really cute. She talked about her big boobs longingly. Like she was the one that wanted to motorboat them and lose herself in her never ending cleavage.Then I thought of Beth. She was a victim of rape. Her first real boyfriend "raped her roommate."Men were monsters. Not to be trusted. And.