Her friends would watch in shock as Amber slid forward and gently pulled my face onto her crotch. Only then would they understand the connection that ...existed between us; when they saw my mouth pressing against Amber’s underwear.I’d lick her through her panties, rejoicing in the wetness soaking through the material: Amber’s sex juices – I wanted them and sucked greedily. Eventually, Amber would take pity on me, and pull the material aside in order for me to eat her peach directly. I’d want to. His soft groans filled my mouth and the taste of him demanded further exploration. My tongue searched him, looking for any traces of doubt, and finding none, continued on its journey. Unbidden, my hands had tangled themselves into his hair. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have escaped me. As our kiss deepened my fingers traced over his face, across his shoulders and down to his chest. Impatient, I tore at his shirt, buttons flew and landed only God and my chambermaid know where. His. " That was the first time I had heard Uncle Bob refer to me as she and the sound of it sent little chills over my body. I liked the tone of it. As we were leaving, Uncle Bob put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Pauline, I think I had better start calling you that now, if you ever need someone to talk with, you call me. Just because you are a girl now, doesn't mean that we can't still go fishing sometimes." He smiled and added, "I guess I'll have to bait your hook for you now." I. It tickled abit and I giggled girlishly.At this Jamie moved his hands to place both of my legs on his broad shoulders, andslowly stroked from my knees to my arse with his hands, before placing his hands undermy skirt and continuing stroking up to the top of my knickers. He began to strokeplayfully along the band on either side of his hands, a big smile on his face as he did so.Then taking both sides in his hands, he lifted me with his shoulders and pulled myknickers off of my arse. My eyes.