“I told him everything,” she whispered. “They’re going to prosecute Tom and Jerry for producing kiddy porn.”“You told him everything? What... does that mean?”“It means he knows everything you and I did, and that we did it because Tom told us to do it.”“Okay,” I said.“What I mean is, don’t try to cover anything up,” she said. “I don’t want him to think I lied.”I stared at her.She blinked.“I like him ... okay?”“You like him?”“Yes. So? Is it so awful that I like him?”“You like the federal agent who. The way you keep staring at my dick proves you’ve never seen anything like it, so I can only imagine that you still feel like a virgin.” “I’m not a virgin,” she murmurs while trying to fight the urge to kiss me. “And I’m still not sucking your dick.” “I didn’t ask you to suck it. I asked-” Before I can finish talking, I feel her hand wrapping around my throbbing shaft. She grins at me while biting her bottom lip and starts stroking me for precum. I step back a little to give her more room to. As I find you, as I stroke you, the crowd is still singing. ‘…I’m a girl and you’re a boy…’ You nip at my shoulder with your teeth and sigh with me, pushing forward to meet my hands… not too much, the girl in front of me is so near… close enough to touch. I could touch her, draw her in, into this blatantly secret tableau, pull her up against me and caress her the way you are me, pinch her the same way when you pinch my nipples right… oh, right there. Maybe I will. Maybe another time. Right now. "Pastor Taylour is very insistent, very insistent,"May explained, "No boys upstairs before marriage." And Mrs Baxter doesn't miss a thing, she is his eyes and ears you know, and she lives just across the way," Martha added."It's cool." I agreed."Good, I'll get some tea!" May agreed, "You do like tea?" I guess," I agreed."We will get the bed down," Martha suggested."But Mrs Baxter will see you Martha," May cautioned."Oh dear," Martha exclaimed, "How shall we manage?" Draw the drapes?" I.