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My Best studies ever

... occur. “Yes he did, word for word, I think he figured what would happen; with my mom, since I am 18 now, she just wants me to keep in touch each day I stay here. So for the matter, between school and anything else that comes up, I want to stay with you for as long as I can.” She climbed up on the couch next to me, her robe open enough for her breast to be visible; moving her lips next to my cheek, I could feel each of her warm breaths upon my skin. Her light pecks caused me to go into large, jerking twitches. Putting her finger under my chin, she turned my head to face her, pressing our lips together. I swear that my brain must have exploded as I could not comprehend anything at that moment. “Besides that call earlier was from Tabatha,” the mention of our older friend, who graduated last year caused me to just gulp again. Once again her voice took on a coy, silky sweet tone as she again gently kissed me on the lips. “She is coming over to stay the night with us as well…she wants to have some fun with you and me…” “You and me?” my voice cracked like a bullfrog. “Yes Benjamin,” she said, her fingers twirling around strands of my hair. Two more soft kisses came and enflamed my mind and body. Her caressing of my neck with the other hand was so thrill raising that I gasped and felt my manhood demanding attention. “Tabatha wants us to have some fun with her, two women and one man – you’re the man of course. You see,” her fingers continued to tease my chest as she put them up under ...

... my shirt. “we are going to have a small party here tonight, just you, me and her.” Finally building up some courage I put my fingers on her leg that crossed my lap. I made every effort to be as gentle in the touching as she showed me earlier. Just little movements at first, nothing too daring or all too adventurous; and I did remember to ask if this is how she likes to be touched. Her nod and smile was all I needed. At one point she lifted her foot up to run along the side of my one arm and shoulder, slowly working upward to touch my cheek and then back down again. I worked up to the edge of her robe, just short of her inner thigh; then she moved one hand over mine again, to give me another lesson in the ways of female anatomy. With pure nonchalance she eased it down over her womanhood, causing me to all but fall face first to the ground. Her flesh felt so warm and moist down there, especially where my fingers parted her most private area, bringing a growing smile onto her face. For a few minutes she directed me to move them here and there, then right on one spot or a bit of movement to another, until finally her eyes just closed and she entered into a silent dance of her own body moving around. She kept nibbling on her lower lip, and my fingers kept getting damper from this action. It finally sunk into my stone dense brain what was happening; and indeed she did not scream at the top of her lungs or other such ways. Just kind of gave a little sigh and shudder downward as she ...