That meant she was eager to give me access to her fine soft skin and finer pussy. During the week, she usually wore stretch pants, and I loved peeling... those down to her ankles for a quickie. On our Friday nights, I liked her to meet me pantiless, but she still wouldn’t greet me totally naked. She was a little embarrassed about her baby boobs and under-developed figure. No matter that I adored those tiny tits.But the best part of her was the hot, wet twat between her legs and that was going to. Slowly she opened the bags and examined what she had bought, one hand running over her toys, her eyes wide with excitement. Her other hand instinctively ran between her legs, gently caressing the lace panties she had put on not more than an hour ago. They were damp and she could almost smell her own arousal. She examined them one by one, opening the packets and running her hands over the thick shafts of the toys. The pink vibrator with the ears fit beautifully in her hand and she imagined using. Laughter, and fun, and merciless teasing by half a dozen gorgeous babes. There was an un-chilled bottle of pink champagne in the liquor cabinet, and everyone partook (everyone but Amy, who looked queasy just thinking about alcohol.) We brought Corrine up to speed on everything that had happened since she had left: the attack of the bees, the game of spin the bottle, me and Elizabeth hooking up—Rachel even blurted out the story about me watching her and Talia go at it in the van. “Oh my God!”. I tweak her nipples lightly and a shudder runs through her body from her neck all the way to the tip of her tail. I turned her body so that I could more easily turn her head and kiss her lips. I pushed my tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth to allow me to search out her tongue and stroke it lightly with my own. As our tongues battled I caressed her breasts and rubbed my thumb over her nipple eliciting a moan from deep in her body. She put an arm around me and pulled me tight.