I’ve had some experience compared to the farm boys you have at home.” I sat quietly as his hands traveled up my thighs and to my pussy. He just st...roked the pink lips and I noticed my breathing was harder. Was I enjoying this? “I bet those boys have never done this to you before.” He bent his head down and began licking my pussy. He was right! I’d never felt anything so good before. He knew all the right spots and suddenly this old man had me going. “You’re getting wet. I told you you’d like. You'renot old enough yet." Were you in the mood when you, well you know..." I asked.Her brow furrowed as she thought, "Yea, yea I guess I was. Imean it was naughty and wrong but it was exciting and yea, if youhad known what to do you could have made me feel very good. Imean I felt good doing it but not like earth moving good youknow?" So make me feel good and then I can make you feel good!" I saidexcitedly..What can I say, sometimes things just never get any more rightthan a c***d's. He always figured that Sweet Sixteen was a way of referring to coming of age to drive and the freedom that it meant. He was disappointed when he was told that it was to celebrate the prettiness and innocence of girls who have just turned sixteen. His sister had been the most vocal that Sweet Sixteen was for girls and not boys. Then he heard that wasn’t true, but that it was a celebration of coming of age for boys and girls which took him back to his original beliefs. After looking into it more,. The sun was about to go down and darkness was starting to spread. I should go home. Perhaps. Or I could stay a little longer. Wait till the stars shine up. I relaxed. Breathing in the cool fresh air, I felt happy and rejuvenated. Oh, this is the best. Time goes slowly now. The surrounding was so still. I could hear the sound of the leaves as they sway with the wind. There was magic in the air. The trees sang in unison the song of the western wind. And I relaxed.Suddenly, I saw a distant figure.