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”She began to kiss and nibble my thigh and I had to take my fingers from her hair as she moved further down, along my leg and down to my foot, sucking my toes. It tickled at first, but then it felt very good, and when she moved to the other foot and did the same thing, it didn’t tickle at all.She kissed her way along my leg, up the inside of my thigh, causing me to tingle all over in anticipation, and then I could feel Jasmine’s fingers spreading my lips. It was then that I first felt her tongue touch my clitoris. She began to lick it very gently and I could feel it right down in my toes. I had nothing to compare it to, for no one had ever done it to me before, but as she continued it only felt better. I was tensing my legs and ankles and flexing my toes, holding my breath and releasing it and moaning softly as the sensations grew within me. I still wasn’t sure if I would be able to have an orgasm with her or not.That all changed when she flattened her tongue against me and began to. “It was a little scary. For a second I thought I was going to fall over because my legs went all weak. It really felt good though!”Mom smiled again. “Baby when you decide you want have sex you will be amazed. Rubbing yourself feels good, but having sex is so much better!”“Mom’s right s*s.” I added. “I’ve been rubbing myself for ages and I thought it was great, but I never knew how much better actual sex really is!”“Well it was kinda obvious you two were enjoying yourselves, so what happens now? Am I going to come home and find you two having sex in the kitchen?” Bec asked, with a strange half smile. Mom and I looked at each other and I said. “Would that freak you out if we did?”“It’s a little weird, but I felt kinda good watching you last night. Could……could I watch you having sex, you know, up close so I can see what you’re doing?”Again Mom and I exchanged glances, and she raised an eyebrow at me and gave me the slightest nod. “That’s ok with us.” I answered. “But you need to.
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