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I’m slim with small(ish), pert breasts that have small aureoles and giant nipples. When they’re hard Jon says they’re like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It’s about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don’t own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I’ve now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body. I hope that’s enough to satisfy the people who asked. If it isn’t, perhaps they would like to e-mail me with specific questions. Jon told me to stop writing my Journal in the summer of 1999, but has recently asked me to document, some of the more interesting experiences that we have had since then. Both Jon and I have been scouring the Internet looking for ideas for little adventures boobs or incidents that we could manufacture to have some fun. We’ve found one or two stories that appear to be slightly rewritten copies of some of the text in my Journal, and one or two that are very similar to some of the adventures that we’ve had and that I’ve written about in my Journal. At first I was a bit annoyed about this, but Jon said that I should be honoured that someone thought our adventures were good enough to copy. I’ve started thinking that way as well. The adventure I’m about to describe happened in the summer of 2000. The main part of the adventure teen took place on the London Underground, but I also had a bit of fun in and around the hotel that we indian stayed at. I know that I’ve written about another adventure that we had on the London Underground in my Journal, but although this adventure is similar, it was on a different occasion. Jon enjoyed the first time so much (so did I) that he took me back for a second go. The London Underground Jon sprung yet another surprise on me when he came home from work one Tuesday night and told me that he had a business meeting in London the next day. He’d decided to take me to London with him and leave me to fend for myself while he went to the meeting, but have a bit of fun with me before and afterwards. We quickly packed a bag and caught the 7 something train. The journey down wasn’t anything special and there were very few people on the train. Jon had booked us into the Regent Palace Hotel at Piccadilly Circus. It’s not the best of hotels, but you can’t get much more central without it costing you a fortune (and Jon was paying, not his business). The room that Jon booked doesn’t have an en suite bathroom. I was a boob little disappointed until Jon told me that his choice was deliberate so that I could walk around the corridors wearing only a towel, and then let it fall off ‘accidentally’. Jon had a bad headache when we got there so we went to bed straight away. Jon woke me up at 6 o’clock the next morning and told me to go for a pee. He gave me a towel to wear that I hadn’t seen before. When I wrapped it round my body it was only just long enough to cover my breasts and bum; and it was only just long enough to wrap over and tuck in. Not only would it take very little for it to un-tuck and fall off, when I put one leg in front of me the whole of my side up passed romance my waist was showing. The building is sort of triangular with bits going off. You can walk round the corridor and get back to your room without turning back on yourself. Above the target was an arrow pointing to her ass, and romance the words on each side saying "BULLS EYE". Darius smiled. In this case we do indirect ball taste first!". boob Plow into her!” “I bet you understand what I was talking about now. Georgia peeled off the second pastie and covered my other nub. Since the framework stuck out at least six feet, my arms were pulled up and pretty far out to the sides. My virgin pussy itched. Giddy. Get your tit off my hand!” he replied with feigned indignation. They told me they we're practicing to surprise my son with a threesome for his They walked over to each of her legs and unclamped them. The young girl was too ashamed to say the words that would encourage indian him to start again but her wide green eyes pleaded silently with him. Their noses touched. She then went to her knees and took my full boobs length into her warm mouth and down her throat. I look up into those sad teen hazel eyes, I wish I could take away her pain. I needed to do something.