I looked around for something to clean her off with. My conscience finally kicked in and I knew that I couldn't leave her here like this. But I didn't... want her sitting in my car with all of that cum leaking out of her, either.I was going to use her panties to wipe that crap off of her pussy. But I spotted a pile of old clothes near a dumpster and used a ratty old flannel shirt to wipe her crotch and her thighs clean. When she was as clean as she was going to get that way I helped her back into. It was empty except for her. And no discussion of what'd happened before. I asked. She didn't give an answer. She just avoided it. And then it happened. Again.Miranda and I ended up in her bedroom. One thing led to another, and then the sex happened. And Jesus Christ, it was so fucking intense. I went down on her. I ate her out for close to twenty minutes. I made her cum at least a half dozen times. Her little teenage body was shaking, she was panting, she was moaning, and her pussy was soaking. She arranged herself and went. I looked carefully and i also went inside and locked the toilet. Now the golden time had came. I put 1 of my finger in her mouth giving me warmth of her juice. She moved her tongue over my finger and started sucking.I felt like as if she was sucking my dick. I took out my finger from her mouth and it was unable to me to hold on more. I moved my hands along her boobs. A cry came out aaaah aaaahh kya kar rahe ho mujhe pyar karo in my ears, then i sucked her mouth. I decided to ignore it for now. “They’re beautiful, Molly. You’re beautiful.” I told her earnestly, before she grinned and gestured towards her breasts.Her nipples stood hard and at attention, puffy and beautiful, even at their modest size. I dove right back in to her body, giving my attention to her chest this time – flicking her beautiful nipples and working my way around them with my tongue, giving a test suck and listening for her sighs, before going fully in and using my mouth for.