Bindi then applied her fingers to her clit, inserted some fingers, then balled her hand into a small fist and pushed that in too. She did it not to curry favour with us (no pun intended), she was just a nice girl. xnx I felt it inappropriate for me to enter a young girl’s bedroom and slightly stuck my head round the door. Her tits were a marble sculptor’s dream; her backside also; and God had a very good day when he created her pussy. Maybe she wanted to confirm to herself she was gay. The latter did. I longed to bury my face in her tresses (and other parts of her). Beth and Suze learned a lot from her, and it went on to reap dividends later. And the perfect wife for Ben, who had declared to me all those years ago: I’m a one-woman
