Julie’s Itch
Julie’s Itch I met Julie when she got home from the Catholic High School she went to. Her face was flushed and she was sweating from the long walk back to her house. I caught the stale scent of her perspiration as she walked by me and I followed her into her bedroom and watched as she tossed her schoolbag into the corner. Julie was 15 years old, a 5’8″ brunette, with small perky breasts, a tight little ass and a sexual appetite that never seemed to stop. The young brunette sat on her bed and grinned at me as I stood in front of her, admiring her youthful innocence and bright features. “Do you wanna, you know, fool around?” she asked me, smiling mischieviously. “I’ve had this…itch…in my bum all day long…” She was …