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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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An introduction to the female anatomySo as many males did, I once fancied a young lady of my age whom I was in school with (we were in the 16-18 range). I was lucky enough that she also fancied me.Back then, the done thing was to gather youngsters in someone’s home while their parent’s were gone for some reason or another. We’d bring alcohol (nothing special, this isn’t the US), get drunk on vodka-orange and whisky-coke and slow dance with girls until we or they (i.e. the girls would get inebriated enough to kiss their partner). Then we’d go throw up (hopefully discreetly) and call it a major victory.And so it went until at the end of one of those parties, I was arranging little bits of things (I have no idea what they were, it probably didn’t matter) to illustrate some kind of story on the thighs of the girl I fancied, and planting them in her bahis firmaları crotch while looking her in the eye. She didn’t blink. We were on the same wave length.A few weeks later.We’re at home. Kissing. I’ve been fondling her all over the place above the waist. And so has she. However, we’re both wearing jeans. Going further smoothly entails a dexterity neither of us will master for years. Still, the hormones press on. So I manage to slide my hand inside the back of her pants, while she takes a hold of my penis through the fabric.And this is one of the very few sensations I remember *extremely* vividly (and I tend to not remember anything at all).My hand went past her belt, which was one of those silly belts that rely on friction to stay tight, except they never work… Anyway, I went past her bely and was confused, because I had to kaçak iddaa figure out several layers. There was the outside layer, her jeans, and the inside layer, panties. And in the tight confines of the jeans, I had to get inside that. So I entered the panties. (and, of course) we were still kissing.And I discovered that cute girl’s ass. Which was the silkiest thing I’d ever touched. But. It was *very* constrained. Both by the jeans and by my rather big hands trying to move around.So I’m caressing (kind of, more like crushing, but I’m doing what I can with what little space I have) my girl’s amazingly silky bottom with one hand, holding her against me with another. And she’s undoing my pants. She went for the front. If that doesn’t tell you that girls are brighter, I don’t know what will.Stuck in the back, I wither downwards, and I inch my way kaçak bahis between her cheeks. Suddenly, my fingers encounter her asshole (or should I say anus? I like asshole better).Her asshole was at the same time the most burning and the softest thing I’d ever had on my fingers. She pulled her faced back for a second, looked me in the eye, sighed, and started kissing me again, with her hand working me even more furiously in my pants.So I continued my descent, which now required upon me to take some unnatural poses which were starting to be a bit painful, but this was obviously easily ignored as I had only centimetres to go. The tips of my fingers were drenched. I roughly caressed the surrounding of the entrance of her vagina, slipped a finger or two inside her, but maybe two centimetres. Later we removed our clothes. I licked my fingers. And her. And she, me. And that’s how we both came our first time. Several times.But what defines her for me, is how her ass burned my fingers while being so soft when I first touched her.Maybe it defined all women that day.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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