I loved the texture of his mustache, dark and thick, the same color as his hair. He had always had one, even as a teenager. His white teeth were just ...visible beneath his upper lip and begged to be teased by my tongue. I walked quietly over to his side of the bed and reached down letting my fingers trail lightly up his bare leg to his thigh. The sheet moved just above where my fingers stopped. He took a deep breath and stretched a little, turning his head towards his bent arm. My fingers. Even in school I thought about it. So I made up a excuse to go to the bathroom. I washed my face and went out in the hallway. I saw Mark a 17 bully known around the school going to the girls bathroom. So I decided to see what he was doing. There was Sarah a new girl in our school. She just moved to this skool and she was only 14,she got moved up to the high because she was pretty smart.So anyways, Mark went in there and they were in there alone. Sarah screamed "what the hell are you. But you never answered my question.”She looked at Carrie and Sarah. “ His parents and mine are good friends. He was thirteen then, a skinny, gangly kid. He would watch me and his little brother when the parents wanted to spend adult time together. I was five! It seemed like a good idea at the time. And he spanked me BEFORE he let me put my suit back on.”Carrie grinned, and spoke before she thought. “Yes, he does like them bare when he spanks them, doesn’t he?”Sarah gasped while Julie giggled,. ” He brushed brushed two fingers past my clit and I let out a moan of approval. He stroked his cock as he reached past me and out to the dresser. He grabbed the thick white candle and smiled. “Is this going to hurt?” “Maybe a little.” “Try just a little at first?” “I'll try.” He looked down at the candle, the light lit up his face. “There's a lot of melted wax.” I remembered watching a movie on television where Madonna poured hot wax on her lover. I remembered how wet it made my pussy watching.