"Have you ever kissed a girl before, Alex?", Britney had asked. "No, you?" I answer back, when in fact I had. But it was nothing. It was in the fourth... grade, a few friends and I were playing spin-the-bottle and I had to kiss Madison Van. Ryan. She was a year older than me. It wasn't all that special, but I just didn't want to tell Britney. No one knew and I wanted to keep it that way. "No, never. Although, I have thought about kissing, umm, you for quite some time now." Britney answered and,. ..”She pushes her hips towards me, my face now inches from with the tiny scrap of underwear that I’d been so eager to see. It’s sleek, and shiny, with a slight patch of wetness from her pussy, the outline of which I could clearly see through the fabric. Her skin is pale and soft, and I kiss her right thigh, where her leg curves away, just under her pussy. And then again, this time on that dark patch, tasting her for the first time. I sit back slightly, and Emma’s hands, in a perfectly timed. Greghad immobilized Ron within five seconds.Melinda yelled, "Greg, what are you doing?"Greg smiled down at the terrified boy and said, "Just getting our newhousemate prepared for her proper role. Now, sweetheart, go and getyour hair trimmers, razor and your scented foam lather, you have workto do."While Melinda gathered the items ordered by Greg, our cuckold wascutting Ron's clothing off his body.Melinda returned with the prescribed items and Greg issued his fatefulorder. "Sweet cheeks, I. ”“Is that all you’re sorry about?” I asked, trying to start a fight.“No, I’m sorry that we had a fight.” She sidled up to me and lifted her face to be kissed. “Truce?”I let out a heavy sigh. I wasn’t ready to forgive her yet. She rubbed my crotch with her hand and made my groin tingle in anticipation. “Forgive me?” she pleaded as she unzipped my pants. I looked at her eyes. Her pupils looked as big as saucers and I started to ask her if she was high when little Bradley jumped out, obviously.