“You’re so much like Lissy,” she said, “you do it just like she does. It was lovely to watch. Indian sex “You’ll have to guess,” she said, “all I can tell you is that Lissy tastes delicious.”
She slid her hand up between my thighs all the way to the top. Next I got out a skimpy gold lycra camisole, very thin with spaghetti straps. I stood up and lifted my skirt daintily. Put lipstick on you both and make you lovely and girly.”
It was such an erotic thought I almost came. “Ooh, look at you,” she said, “you’re a boy. It was such a thrill.”
“Were you drunk?” I asked, smiling. It was indescribably erotic watching her with her hand up my skirt, feeling her touching me. Girls are so gentle. “You’re so much like Lissy,” she said, “you do it just like she does. I had to take the train over to Linda’s.
