"Anyway, I turned thirteen that fall and Mrs. Phillips now was having me call her Marsha when we were in her house. I still remember the day she intro...duced me to french-kissing. She asked me if I'd ever heard of it, I said I had but I didn't really know much about it. 'Well, ' she said, 'you must know how if you're going to get the girls.'"So, she explained about tongues and all, it really sounded strange to me but when she showed me how to french-kiss, I immediately understood that this was. Brad had emptied more than a couple and he liked to talk. He'd quizzed me on my opinions of everything from religion to politics, but politics mostly. He seemed especially interested in what I thought of Ruby Ridge and Waco, ancient history like that. Lisa didn't say much, but Petra liked to interject with her own thoughts about how America was really a fascist police state run by corporations and all that. It had actually been kind of boring; flirting with Lisa seemed much more. SalesLady pulled the cups over Little One’s breasts and fastened them. She tugged and adjusted until the bra was straight and Little One’s breasts were pushed up high. ‘Take off those horrible shoes and slip these on’, Saleslady said as she handed a pair of black heels to Little One. Little One sat on the edge of the platform and pull the shoes on. She had never worn heels before and stood shakily in front of Saleslady. ‘Let me see you walk, Little One.’ she ordered. Little One clumsily walked. Finally he indulged me and began a faster pace. After a few minutes I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him in even deeper. Oh, god, it felt so good. ‘Faster.’ I whispered. He did. ‘Deeper.’ I urged. With that he flipped, and I was on top, coming down on his cock. It was so deep. I could almost feel it in my throat. He lifted me with each thrust. He lifted my hips up and brought them down against his up-thrust. I leaned down and he took my nipples in his mouth one at a time. I could.