Lovely skinny amateur
Lovely skinny amateur chick posing in winter clothes
She loved him as he loved her.
Jann lay on her stomach in the empty paddock next to her parents home. The field was green with the winters rain and now that Spring had arrived white daisies were everywhere – covering the satin green in a sea of white and yellow dots. A shallow creek trickled nearby which had no apparent beginning or end – gurgling and babbling as it passed by and the beautiful big old pine and willow trees spot planted everywhere stood willowing and swaying to the gentle breezes that blew. Jann s face screwed up in a frown of disbelief as she ended on … he loves me not… and discarding the stalk picked another daisy.
He loves me… he loves me not… he loves me… he loves me not…
Jann stood slowly and began walking through the field toward her home continuing to pluck the petals. She didn t notice the beauty that Mother Earth provided – the birds chirping happily from the safety of the high treetops the trickling creek which lay glistening and gleaming as sunbeams danced lightly on its silvery form – not even her faithful and loyal canine friend could snap her from her trance as he came bounding toward her barking furiously.
For Jann was in love and at 18 years of age she had given her all to him for she was certain that he loved her also. She smiled a triumphant smile as the last petal ended on … he loves me… and a tingling sensation rocked through her body as flashes of their sweet sensual lovemaking passed through her mind. She felt so lucky that she had given her virginity to him - he who had promised to spend the rest of his life with her – not like her friends Monica and Denise who lost their virginity to a group of bikies passing through town one weekend.
Duke jumped up and caught her off guard knocking her to the ground. He began licking her face in reckless abandon and as she snapped to reality she laughing hysterically and cuddled her golden Labrador fondly. Standing once more she began to run through the green field her canine friend close on her heels – jumping with delight as he frolicked with his Mistress.
Arriving home Jann crept into her bedroom from the veranda and lay on her huge soft bed – Duke following suite lay stretched out by her side – panting exhaustingly after his romp in the field. Closing her eyes Jann relived the beautiful memories passed and almost believed them to be happening again as her hips began gyrating in response to her daydreams.
Jann was tall and well developed for her 18 years. Her breasts were round and full and her shapely hourglass figure would have every head turning in her direction if she did not hide it with clothing two sizes too big for her. Monica and Denise however were stick figures and were not afraid to show their small petite frames.
Now in the prime of her adolescence Jann was beginning to feel emotions that were new to her and beyond her comprehension. What was this bittersweet churning in her stomach and the longing and aching in her groin? Why were her breasts so sensitive to the touch? And how can you feel so elated and yet so deflated?
Jann turned over on her side and dri