I wanted to. But I was afraid.Katie looked up at me, and I could see obvious disappointment in her face."Don't worry about it. It's chill. It couldn't...hurt to ask," she finally said in response to me not making a move.With warning, I suddenly moved up against Katie, pushed her gently against the back of the garage, looked down at her face, and saw she'd opened her mouth as if to say something.So I kissed her.Without hesitation, she kissed back. And without warning, I felt her little tongue. Stitches! The remains of a minor surgery. Not only confirming nether of them were dreaming, but that whoever cracked her last night was due for some righteous payback!"Do you have any idea's key?" Mihoshi asked, nervous perhaps understandably even a little frighten."Nada." she responded. "I was actually hoping you might have seen something, since you were 'last man' standing partner." Nope." She sighed despondently. "Last thing I remember seeing ... was a big, red, apple!" Mihoshi stared. Of course all girls were like me in that sense, we were being prepared for sex thanks to our hormones and eggs before adding the media whizzing around us with films and women using sex for fame, women I liked to follow, suddenly admitting to never wearing panties and being photographed one step from intercourse.Liberated and free, yes I got horny with troubled thoughts of just letting it all go, our playground in fucking school was full of young girls running around with their pussies wanting. I finished work and rushed home that evening and finding both girls in the kitchen. Hellen dressed in a figure hugging lacy little black dress and Wendy in a red skirt and a white silk blouse, both girls had high heeled leather black boots and I could see that both had stockings and suspenders on as I could see the belt under Hellen’s tight dress and Wendy was sitting on a chair and had her legs open for me to see her silk lacy knickers and the top of her stockings.Dinner came and went with.
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