Several days later she was still running, well maybe not running, but on the run hiding for the A.M.A she was instantly declared a run away and she kn...ew what would happen to her if they ever found her, she could only travel at night since a naked girl with a tagged cunt has a low chance of survival she figured it was best to keep out of contact with all people not just the A.M.A in fear that some meat-girl farmer would find her and decide to sell her or roast her. After some time she had to sit. I was in doubt and initiated discussion saying that I wanted to tell her some thing and hesitating that she may mind. She asked me to say it. I said that she may mind. She repeated that she would not mind at all and finally I told her with a trembling voice that she looked like Sharmila Tagore. She replied saying that none else remarked so far like that and I explained that the shape of her head is similar to Sharmila’s especially the upward and slightly projected movement towards the back side. Her flannel PJ's clung to her newly developing breasts. She saw me looking at her chest and looked down."I wonder when that happened? Those weren't there yesterday." She mused, "I suppose I'll be a woman soon." She gave a big sigh."The phone, Wendy." Oh, right. The living room." Another enchanting yawn and stretch, "I'm on it."I followed her down the stairs. Where she had been straight from shoulders to hips there were now smooth bumps that swayed ... I don't know why I didn't fall down the. Smith was very horny, and she grabbed my head and pulled me more onto her pussy. I also got dirty, and started eating her pussy. Her pussy tasted as good as mine did. “Wait,” Mrs. Smith said. I stopped and she got on her hands and knees. She stuck out her ass at me, and I was surprised to see her asshole filled with the same butt plug, which I had in my ass right then but her butt plug was a little bigger than what I had in my asshole. “When did you put that in?” I asked, and later I thought.