A tale about the aftermath of three teen's escapades, home on a snow day from school.

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Note : this fabrication no one was hurt, fucked, sucked or molested during the committal to writing of this story.
Her toes, how afters looking they are, with the red polished nails offsetting their negligible stoutness. As she teeters back and Forth, raising one infantry then the early exposing the heels of her feet, still tenderize without any sign of the grainy calluses a young lady honest-to-goodness than her may have got.

Flowing smoothly into ankles her calfskin are quite balanced. The muscleman are there but insensible in there uniform elegance. Her knees, only a girl of her age can have such a refined feel to them. But her thigh, they impress, compelling but gracious. She is one of few that need not endure nylons to hide any imperfection. Simply gorgeous is the way to line her beauty from the waist down.

Those dainty thighs can only be complimented by the rounded globes protruding outward. I can be assured that the collection of brawniness and flesh will be the ruin of many boy to hail after me as their desire and need to snog the impudence of her ass.

She stands there, shifting her weight unit between each foot ; legs spread, undetermined in her thoughts. The lengthy blond hair gracefully sweeping across her shoulder joint still matted from not being combed this morning time only adds to her captivation. The frail breasts, still sprouting are moderately conic in physique with pinkish-red puffy areolas exaggerated from being manipulated earlier task out from her thorax like two enticing orb.

Her boldness, rounded with a marginally pudgy nose, enticing to a young person her own age. That's what allured the two of us here earlier this morning. The lip, cherry pink from being sucked on. It's astonishing what a brace of finespun brim can do on a dense piece of boy flesh. Below the entry to her mouth is a chin, a chin that one could rest a set of ballock on after some farther practice. The pregnant chad on her brass, almost indistinguishable now, only a few minutes ago I witnessed those dimple as they were pronounced profoundly descending on each impertinence into her mouth as she applied suction to our boy sum.

While her stance is wavering the sun is commencing to shine through the window, the pure livid Charles Percy Snow has ended its earlier frenzy, indecisive on what or where she goes, not a lot of pick for her to single out. She could pull up stakes to the john, grab the pale jaundiced panties crumpled on the nightstand, or better yet she could lay her dead body back down on the full moon sized bed between the two of us.

I can feel a tingling desire commencing in my frown abdominal cavity although function of my body are exhausted my mind says something else. At my young age the temptation is too enormous, but the craving for extended intimate stimulation will make up one's mind the outcome of the residuum of this morning.

What's causing this, well her body surely has something to do with it, but it's those thighs, those alluring second joint are tempting me beyond belief. A mere time of day ago they were confined around my top dog, and then my Friend had his encircled between them as her organic structure contorted while releasing whispery murmurs. It isn't exactly the human body or the flavor of them, more in all likelihood the fact that she has them spread allowing a excellent view of that six inch rope of glutinous cum running down the inside of her left leg as globules continue to cling on the blonde hairs surrounding her inflamed slit lips as a plenteous sum of money is still concealed.

This seems almost surreal, here in this day and time that this Loretta Young girl who has been the fancy of legion offspring men has submitted to the desire of two of her neighborhood protagonist. If you had asked either of us this forenoon while the snowstorm was ebbing what the outcome of this Friday would be I am sure that the answer would not be the results that have transpired.

Both of us being inexperienced, still watching her indecisiveness, has her thoughts wondering also, neither of us would attempt to exact anything she didn't want. She knows there's a huge amount of sperm still trapped inside her waiting to exit from her fragile and bloated pussy mouth, but would an additional repository be the wise maneuver ? Would there be time ?

My dick is gaining rigidity ; glancing beside me I see my mate has idea also, lying back on the pillow his pubic hair moist with remnants of his ejaculation, his center shut tight dreaming about the chance to duplicate the preceding opportunity as he caresses his soft dick.

We will let her determination be the final word.

Waiting is a bitch.

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