At my apartment, we embraced, sprawling on the couch as we exchanged intense kisses. Dove broke away and asked “want a blowjob?” I knew that came ...from her submission, and I approved. She was still in the jeans in which she had traveled, and quickly took off her pants. “Sorry, for the trip, I did need to wear panties.” When she wore a dress for social occasions, she’d be bare underneath except for a sanitary micro-slip, and hose if she wore them. From her carry-on, she pulled out six-inch. My parents would take this opportunity to get away at the weekend and leave Beth to care for me and my young brother. It was on one of these occasions just before my 15th birthday I recall that I was sitting in our lounge listening to music with Beth - no TV at our house in the early 60’s. My brother had gone to bed and I was brushing Beth’s hair which I always enjoyed – she’d showered and I loved tugging at I to get the knots out. On this night I was on the edge of the couch dressed only in. That was the oppurtunity Sam and Neil had been looking for. Using their contacts they were able to get Neil a job as the chaufer for Ashley's limo. After her talk show appearance Miss Lash found herself in the back of her courtesey transportation. It smelled peculiar."Is there something wrong with the engine?" I don't think so? Is something the matter Miss Lash?" It just smells funny." Oh that's the gas." Is it a special brand?" No. Actually I meant the knock out gas that's being pumped into. Impulsively all the teenagers’ reached out and began to feel her. She tried to pull away but was pulled back as they all laughed. “Damn she feels soft!” The ginger boy said. “Her skin’s burning!” One man added. “Yeah!” Adam piped in. “Burning with rage!”She suddenly pulled away and looked back at them all furiously, tears now streaming down her face and smudging her makeup. “Stop fucking pretending that you’re not enjoying it bitch!” Said Adam aggressively, “And do as you’re fucking told!”.