She was feeling little tingles of pleasure that radiated through her whole being, but seemed concentrated in the very tips of her growing breasts and ...more powerful still in her now often damp pussy.When she went upstairs on Thursday night to take her shower and prepare for bed, she found that Robbie had kept his promise, and laying beside a beautiful pair of green satin and lace panties was a matching bra that looked like it was just her size. Tonight, there was no undershirt or camisole, but. Bambi's imposed independence and the comfort with supposed superiority thatshe had acquired, aided the bright minded beauty in honing to perfection, theapplication of all her physical and mental attributes in the arts of femininepersuasion. Having learned to arouse and attract like the best of sirens, Bambi'sdecision to limit her sexual favors to heavy petting, some enthusiastic, yetincomplete oral explorations, and masturbation, with the most discreet andtrusted partners who, without. She looked at me for a second, laughed a little and said it was best I didn't find out , but let on that around 2 years ago the girlfriends had a competition and my girlfriend won so she was named the Queen. "What competition?" I asked (still clue less).She took a glance at me, then replied "we just liked to hook up with guys".That night I saw my girlfriend at home. Now she never went into much of her past with me, only to say she'd had some boyfriends, nothing to serious or long-term and was. “Drank,” I croaked.“Too much whiskey?”Fuck, he knew me. He read the look of shame on my expression and laughed.“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently taking me into his arms. He lifted me off the floor and carried me back to my room.“What if I throw up on you?”“There’s this great invention I have to tell you about, Celie,” he said, pressing his lips to my temple. “It’s called a washing machine.”I punched him in the chest.“Don’t call me that,” I grumbled.“It’s been over a year now and.
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