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Dear Lori,

Well, babe, you said to write back quickly, so here it is.
Wow, you don’t mess around, do you? 16 pictures! (Actually, I
hope you DO mess around. And I want to do it with you!) We could
argue over who has the better body, but why waste the time? Lori,
I’m going crazy over yours. Your tits are just the right size for
me, and your nipples look delicious. Now I’m looking at your ass
and wishing my lips were planting soft kisses all over your
cheeks. Do you like to have your ass kissed? Your first photo
hinted at the cuteness of your face, but it certainly didn’t do
you any justice. And I REALLY like the photos of you oiled up,
too. You look so sexy that way. Wouldn’t it be fun to get oiled
up together and make beautiful love? Oh what I’d give to rub my
body against yours!
I know what you mean about typing with one finger. That’s how
I typed the first letter I sent you. I think I write sexier that
way. Luckily, I have a computer, so I can go back and correct the
mistakes. But don’t worry about yours. The mistakes show me how
excited you are. And I want you to be excited. Today I’m wearing
my Joni’s Butterfly, so I can use both hands. But I can tell
already that I won’t be able to make it through all of this
without an orgasm break.

Yesterday was such a bummer for me. I found your anxiously-
awaited letter in my mailbox, but my husband and kids were around
all day. I wanted so much to spend time poring over your letters
and photos. And I had such a need to write to you. I was
constantly aware of the wetness between my legs. Finally, when
the kids were down for their nap, I told my husband I was going
to take one, too. He winked and offered to help, but I begged off
with fatigue. Then I locked myself in the bedroom and spent an
hour and a half masturbating over you. Lori, you’ve really
excited me! And don’t worry about my husband. You primed me
pretty well for some rousing fun with him last night.

I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch you bring
yourself to orgasm. It’s nice to know someone else who admits she
appreciates masturbation as much as I do. You know how secretive
girls are about that. Even some of the bi girls I’ve known
wouldn’t admit they masturbated. I’ll never figure that one out.
You’d think that would be an easier taboo to overcome than
bisexuality. My college roommate and I use to sit in chairs
facing each other while we masturbated and talked dirty to each
other. That was always exciting to me. I like to watch my lovers
masturbate, and I was even fortunate enough to see a couple of
girls do it when they didn’t know I was watching. Anyway, we’ll
have to compare notes.
I loved the story about you and Karen. It’s fun to imagine it
happening. And it’s fun to picture what you must have looked like
at 15. Probably because of my background, teenaged girls will
always turn me on. But enough of that. You were curious about my
first time.

My first experience with sex of ANY kind was at fourteen. My
sister was sixteen, and she’d just returned from her first date.
(I think we started dating a lot later than you, Lori.) I’d been
curious about cocks for a couple of years, and I’d certainly felt
the empty, tingling feeling between my legs. But other than
squeezing my thighs together, I did nothing and knew nothing. And
I’d been envious of Kathy’s big breasts for quite awhile, too.
(Mine were just little buds.) But I can’t say I had any sexual
feelings for her or her breasts.
At any rate, I’d lain awake waiting for her return because her
first date was exciting for both of us. Under the covers and in
the dark, she whispered all the little details. Unbeknownst to
me, however, she was playing with her pussy while telling me her
exciting story. All of a sudden, in the midst of the petting
“struggle” at the park, she stopped and was lost in her first
orgasm. I had no idea what was going on and was afraid that
something terrible was happening to her. She kept me from getting
Mom for help (Wouldn’t that have been something!?), then told me
all about what had happened, how good it felt and what caused it.
I tried. It felt nice enough, but it certainly wasn’t a big
thing for me.
Kathy came over to my bed to show me how. I still remember
every single second of that night, Lori, and the emotions each
…End of the part1. To be continued..