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But, it just...' 'It just reminds you that your pussy has been well fucked,' I completed Carol's sentence when she seemed at a loss for words. Carol was still hesitant to use words like fuck and pussy. Leaning in again to kiss her, I waited as her stiff posture softened before moving my hand from her tit to her side. Pulling her soft and now compliant body close as one of her arms went around my neck, I softly kissed my way along her cheek and neck. Sucking on an earlobe as she moaned, I. Felicity took the hem of Laura’s T shirt and together they removed it, followed by her bra. Somehow Laura’s afternoon had turned from idle innocence to lesbian lust. The younger girl and the older woman stood facing each other completely naked. The 13 years, which separated them was irrelevant. Felicity caressed Laura’s breasts as they kissed. Laura’s hands roamed Felicity’s body nonchalantly. She wanted to go directly to her pussy but arrived there circuitously. Felicity moaned, pressing her. His hand was moving in and out His other hand was also moving on his meat in the same rhythm…ooh I want to tell him to move more and more faster..without telling any thing he increased his speed something was happening in me ooohhh what is happening with me I reached at the peak of the pleasure…..but he didn’t stop… so I turned my body he was telling ow ow ow and something was jumping out of his tool it fell on the floor…He switched off the lights and slept Next day I was feeling shy to face. "I know it's hard, butplease, please, please little sister, please be careful about calling me'Jenny' when I'm dressed as a boy." I'm sorry, Johnny" she said with a sad look. "I'll really try." I know you will, Sis, and I love you very much." I bent down and gaveher a hug and a kiss on the cheek."Eww, gross!" she exclaimed, wiping the kiss off with the back of herhand. "I don't like boys kissing me." She paused and then gave me asilly look. We both laughed.Mom was waiting for us in the kitchen..
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