“Have you prepared yourself?” John asked“Yes Master.” Sheila replied sheepishly.“Sheila, give me your mind and body.”“You have my mind a...nd body, Master.” Sheila said, as a euphoric feeling replaced her feeling of apprehension.Sheila stared into space as John approached and reached down, lifting her dress. He examined the thin strip of yellow fluff that had recently replaced her thick dark bush. He knelt down and pressed his nose against the now coarse hair, savoring its sweet fragrance laced. “It varies,” he answered quickly and honestly. “Depends on the person you are having sex with and the events leading up to the act.” “Okay,” I answered, nodding my head. “I guess I will go to bed now.” I turned around and began to head for my bedroom. I walked slowly, trying to figure out why I had just asked my dad this question I had never even dreamed of asking anyone, more so him. Was I absolutely losing my mind? “Andie, wait,” my dad’s voice called out behind me and soon I could feel. What was truly beautiful was that she has what some people call "puffies". Her nipples and areola form a separate shape from the rest of her breast, sitting atop her breast like a cookie with a cherry on top. I knew from some reading years ago that puffies are incredibly more sensitive, for some reason, than an ordinary areola/nipple is. I allowed my eyes to wander below her waist and was pleased to see she had not followed the popular teen age trend of shaving her pubes. Instead, I was treated. I was very excited & started rubbing my hands over that area. Her moans were little louder now. I pushed my finger inside and started to & fro motion. I was giving her finger fuck. I increased my pace a little and she started moaning heavily & kissing me all over my face like mad. It went nearly for 15-20 minutes. She opened the nighties thread knot near her neck & pulls my other hand inside that. She was not wearing any bra that time. My other hand started playing with her hugh mound, pair of.