I slid both hands underneath her and urged her to roll onto her side. I resumed the caresses, now with much sweeter things to tickle and stroke. I did... her breasts, although one was still not fully reachable, and her position caused her legs to be closed. Her knees were bent toward me though and I could reach around in back and stroke her anus and much of her vagina. As I did, her cries of passion were very consistent. After ten minutes or so, I urged her, again with both hands, to roll onto her. I giggled at that and wiggled out of my jeans and panties. Stretching again luxuriantly, listening to my joints pop and ligaments stretch, yawning magnificently, I sighed deeply and basked in the pleasure of my bareness. I loved being bare. I loved being bare and not having to worry about it. I very much loved being alone in the house for three whole days and knowing that I could spend as much of that time bare as I wanted.Crossing to the nearest overstuffed chair, I collapsed into it and flung. I laughed back and said “Yea, you are right, there is some other type of hunger.”She asked “Like what?” I said you wont understand and laughed. she smiled back.I felt she was purposely talking naughty. So i also supported her by responding and thought of increasing the conversion. I said every man is hungry and laughed. She laughed loud on that. She said so how do men satisfy that hunger? we both laughed. I said i will change and she showed me the door to her bedroom. This house has just 1. I thought he'd get off being used like that. Maybe this sounds dumb to you but you gotta remember, I was only sixteen and I didn't know much about this.Tom would bury his tongue deep inside me and lap up and down, suck on my lips. He was as passionate with his tongue as most guys are with their dicks. He listened to me and responded to me. He knew what I liked and did it. Christ, he's was fucking amazing. Soon I was pulling his head against my pussy, mashing him against it, soaking his face. I.