After about what seemed like a long time, he put a hand on my head and whispered “I would be honored if you would give me your first BJ.” His wor...ds and gentle hand on my head made me want to do it, but I was so freaking nervous. “Just start out kissing it and the rest will happen naturally” he reassured me. I slowly succumbed to his desires and with one hand lifted his cock and kissed the big purple tip. I looked at it a bit admiring my first cock. “It would feel good if you licked it”. I took. That wasn’t easy. One day during a slow afternoon we were hanging out in my office making small talk. It was casual, there was flirting, and I thought maybe I could push a small amount. “Bella, mind if I ask an odd question?” “Go ahead.” “How come you never wear those Mary Janes you wore to the interview?” My heart was racing a bit after asking this, and I felt a bit silly, but I’d gone and done it. No taking it back. I just hoped she wouldn’t think I was a total weirdo. “Oh, you liked. "No," she cried, pushing him away, but she and Matt both knew her push held no strength.Matt grabbed her again and this time the kiss was overpowering, his tongue probing deep into her suddenly eager mouth. His hand climbed up the frilly child's dress and rested on her breast. Even through the padding of the bra he could tell her breasts were not yet developing. Again he was troubled by her age, but again he reasoned that many girls even in their late teens had not yet developed."You're pretty. . My dear girl, with a gentle face, often naively went out in my black shirt for my friends and drinking fresh coffee, forcing us to think of her ass and ask her to dress ..That evening I was returning as usual from Mila. Entering the market bought a pack of Chesterfields, and chocolate for my girl.It was not just. I loved her, and she loved to be mine. I knew nothing about who she is, her parents, where she lives, but I knew that night it makes the lessons, and sometimes arguing with parents,.