I kissed her but she didn’t open her lips so I stopped and said:
“That was lovely, Emma darling, but I don’t want us to kiss like in kindergarten, I want us to kiss like the actors in Italian movies.”
She looked puzzled and I took advantage and kissed her again, this time penetrating her with my tongue until I saw that she was responding passionately too. Because I want to wear this to my coming of age party tomorrow.”
I looked her carefully from all sides and complimented her on how good she looked. Do I look more mature? In the fall she started college in the same city, but for years we kept in the habit of seeing each other and fucking even on the run, keeping the passion between us alive. My right hand slipped under her blouse and I began to knead her breasts, finally catching her nipple and squeezing it gently, making her moan. “Should I stop?” I asked her, but she only denied with a slight nod of her head, so I continued inch by inch penetrating the most beautiful pussy I had ever encountered in my life.
