Loving my best friend

My best friend, Augustine, is a year older than me plays rugby so. . which has a large back and is strong enough for the rest, has brown eyes and brown hair.

I met him at age 12 in an outing with friends Both Super innocent and tender..

When I left the house of my friend, my mom was walking after me, since my house was near.

was one of the first to go and, to my surprise, when I got home he was in the car and got off at the next block.

do not know how we became such good friends, but we had a confidence unparalleled Since I am an only child. he came to my house every day while my parents worked I was good to see and talk about everything together almost always sat on his lap and he stroked me, while telling a sad memory or some stunning anecdote <.../p>

Impossible made me forget those afternoons or midnights math on my terrace. I feel that thanks to him, never got used to being alone, because my parents lived traveling for work or away from home.

I was brown, green eyes and a petite little, and had fairly large boobs. He told me what followed.

One day we went to my fifth, just outside the city. We cook together and talk in front of the pool water. I was 16 and he 17.

He wore a bikini triangles, red, that showed a bit my breasts. But, after all, he was in confidence.

One issue led to another and we started talking about sex. I had nothing to tell. She asked if he had ever masturbated me. With disgust I said no, but I could not deny him through my eyes that caught my attention. I lay down on the top step of the pool, sunbathing. he followed me.

He settled sitting behind me, holding me by the waist and touch my tail leaving her crotch, my back with his belly and my head with his chest.

I got a little nervous, but I liked it so be, melee.

He began to massage my waist, legs after that was half open and next to his.

There was a minute of silence in which she stopped touching me and soon felt his fingers invaded my entrpierna, then so soft and tender. He rubbed his fingers over my bombachita and said nothing, just looked at me.

A sigh came out of my mouth without thinking. By nerves I wanted to move from the situation, but I just went to sit on one leg, out of habit, out of habit. I began to kiss passionately, with a restless and uncontrollable tongue. he replied in the same way, sitting in front of in front of him and causing his penis to rub against my virgin pussy.

I grabbed the tail and took me to a lounge chair on the side of the pool. I pulled the bottom of the bikini and I started giving soft masajitos in my pussy, rubbing and squeezing almost simultaneously. I, with my little legs open exitarme kept growing. I let out a groan, when suddenly I felt his tongue on my clit in circles and lines. he tried to stick a finger, but could not.

I started to get wet as he sucked my sex filled with pleasure and I squeezed her tits ecstasy when permitted.

I felt like more, curious to see his penis.

He sat next to me and put my hand around his member, the tightening helped me.

It was wide and long normal, but in that moment it seemed enormous. I wanted to feel it in my mouth so, on impulse, I began to suck like a cold.

the meanwhile, I touched the boobs. I enjoyed it, I realized that I loved make it a pete. But he wanted more.

The lay above me in the missionary and I rubbed his cock against my clitoris.

I groaned heat and sweating desire. At one point he came against me to transarme wildly and asked ” Would you like to have me inside you? ” And no more willing and able, I said yes as I could, with all my strength and conviction. He squeezed me hard and I put his tongue in my mouth, kissing me more passionately still, and at that time, was the last touch of my clitoris with his penis to become his with a cry of pain, ecstasy and a lot but passion.