Perhaps it was genetic, or perhaps she learned from her mom how to move, talk, breath in way that said "Jerks, looking for jerks!" She tried so hard t...o pick men who were charming, and sweet and kind. What subtle signs of latent jerkdom did other girls catch that she was missing?Lost in these thoughts she took no notice of the car that had stopped at the curb in front of her. "Hey, sweetie." the man inside hollered.She looked down to see an older man in a town car, leaning forward and looking at. Why is she so sure that I'm going to fuck Carrie? She's like my sister; it would be incest. On the other hand, I guess Mom has no problems with incest."Hi, Carrie. What'cha doin'?" Nothing much." Wanna catch a movie?"So that's what we did, watching some crummy horror picture, sharing a large bucket of popcorn. Well, sort of watching; I kept looking out of the corner of my eye at the cute little tits she was starting to grow. They made such neat little bumps in her sweater; I just wanted to grab. I didn’t have to use my tongue much as my nose rubbed against her clit sending lightning shocks through her body making her shudder on each contact“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH” she moanedI managed to get my tongue into some use as she was now riding my face and resorted to wanking me rather to sucking. She was sat upright as upright the roof of the car would let her and she was speeding up. My tongue sucking on her sex as her juices were leaking out of her fanny and smearing my face running down to my. "What the actual fuck," said Sophie. "What? HOW?" Her heart pounded in her chest as the tentacle waved in the air, touching nothing but getting closer and closer to her. The tip landed on her shoulder with a wet plop. It stroked her shoulder and she let out a shriek.It was warm. That surprised her more than anything. It looked like it should feel cold, rubbery, and fake. It wasn't. It was as warm as the shower water had been. It was wet, but not slimy. As it stroked her shoulder and the suckers.