Which, by the way are hard as she knowingly teases me. Her clean shaven pussy is just covered by a slightly larger piece of material. Her bum only has... the strings holding the fabric in place.At just turned 16 Nichole has developed into a fine young woman. I know for a fact that she has only had one male lover; me. She took our virginities on our birthday. Ever since then all of her needs have been met by me or female friends.Constantly she turns on the sun lounger, evenly roasting her stunning. I was made for a stark black bob long before I ever got one, before I saw those movies and even before I discovered black hair dye. Without it I might have ended up looking something like Lotte Lenya in “From Russia With Love.” Goddess bless Manic Panic!! It’s more than the hair, it’s the attitude. “Girl, you are the snarkiest bitch I know,” said my Best Fag Forever Matthew to me only the other week. “I won’t be referred to as ‘girl’, not by a twee little sissy like you,” I replied campily. “I. I got looks from both of them which asked in no uncertain terms, “When are you going to do that for me?” Uh-oh, I was hooked, and all White Buck did was laugh at my situation.Late that afternoon after I had taken care of all of the chores, mostly for our animals, White Buck asked me in private, “How much of what Fawn had to say was correct? Did you really do all of that?”I was somewhat embarrassed when I admitted that yes, I had done all of that. White Buck looked at me in awe, patted me on the. Releasing her nipple I sat back and undid the button on her jeans, wriggling them over her hips and pulling them down her lean legs, forgetting she had her converse on. I didn’t have the patience to sort that situation out so I left her jeans round her ankles. Desperate to know what was happening behind her underwear, I repositioned myself, careful to let my nails run up the inside of her legs as I moved, my fingers stopping just shy of her crotch. Her pants were soaked, juices seeping through.