John couldn’t breathe. Thoughts dashed back and forth in his head. He thought: “I can pretend to be drunk everyone knows I passed out because I was so pissed.” John was cattish and rational for his age.
He stretched his hand out into the direction of Sarah’s boobs. Very carefully, trying not to wake her up, he slowly passed round her tits approaching her tense nipples, and licked them gently with the tip of his tongue. His hand kept moving downwards slowly approaching the place of his lust. He felt a subtle bite of her pussie’s hairs and at this moment the excitement started to overload his teenager mind. He went on and now his hand was stroking Sarah’s thighs on the place where her skin seemed as gentle as silk. This was driving him crazy, his pants now represented a fire with a huge burning dick, which had to find a place to stick in and cool down. He couldn’t just do these childish strokes and licks anymore, he felt like he wanted some real experience…
