Mischievous Japan 5004

This was what she wanted and she knew it was what I wanted too. Makeup very lightly applied, hair done and up (with Mom’s help, of course) and grad dress on, the short wait seemed like an eternity. The contrast between her stunning dress and my loose gym shorts and dirty t-shirt couldn’t have been more profound. No, not real sex; we didn’t cross that line. We began to communicate in other ways. Even as he did, smiling up at me before he began to kiss each of my inner thighs, his lips and tongue soaked by now with my vaginal juices, the ecstatic waves continued and repeated, each wave slightly reduced from its predecessor.