She wiggled into it and I smoothed it down between her thighs as she tossed back her huge mob of golden hair and stood up straight, thrusting out her ...young breasts and smiling as I tied the gold bows down the back. When we started swapping three years ago, she was a 28-B and now, at age 15, she was a 34-C and, I hoped, still developing. Her lovely pink-tipped breasts now filled her hands when she offered them up to my mouth, but they were yet to fill my big paws. Pints when it was quarts I. His feeling of trepidation began to ease off. He was running through his spiel, the one he usually gave to people who’d never seen the round house before. He stopped talking when he noticed she was she was studying something with an expression of intense concentration. She looked up and visibly paled as she realised everyone had stopped talking and was waiting for her to speak. ‘Oh, I… I was just wondering, why did you make the entrance curved?’ she said slowly, ‘It seems like a lot of trouble. I warn them about that right from the beginning, too. I'm ONLY interested (Sorry guys! But's true!) in sucking your cock, and swallowing your load of (neglected) cum. Period. End of story. So, if a guy begins to act like he'd developing something more than I care to be a part of...they get ONE warning. 'I'm ONLY interested in sucking you off, guys! NOTHING MORE THAN THAT. Okay?' Usually I have no further problems. But, if I do, then it's 'Good bye, and GO AWAY! We' (them) 'are DONE!'So, keeping. No one came by and we went back to thehouse for the evening meal, I decided to go on the tripto see the ancient amphitheater the next day andarranged for a packed lunch to be made, I went to bedearly, I lay there thinking of the dog, I touchedmyself, it felt good, then I fell asleep.The next day’s early dawn was beautiful and armed withmy camera, a knapsack with food and water, a straw widebrimmed hat and good hiking boots I set off for thelong trek to the amphitheatre. Initially it was.