Chubby Teenager Gets Her Shaved Pussy Fingered

I felt her hand descending, caressing my chest, my midriff, heading to…

“No, Luce, we can’t go there,” I tried to push back, to stop this before we went too far, wherever too far was. With a small smile she agreed. And I understood that perhaps our kisses were succeeding where my words weren’t. She had never been more right in her life; it was soooo good. “I love you, Luce,” I said, as her eyes opened and our gaze connected. “It was good to get out, don’t you think?”

“I guess so, Tom. Did I say ‘proudly’? “You’ve got a party on Friday night, right?”

“Well, yes and no; it’s actually a mixer, mom. You’re going, right?”

“Sure. To get to the point: our folks never needed to rent it out so once Lucy and I were pre-teens we occupied the two bedrooms downstairs with our parents’ bedroom being two floors above. I was on the slipperiest slope I’d ever been on, desperately grasping for footing, desperately trying to stop my slide.