She told not to tell her anything now and she needs time to talk to me. Without talking a word, I got dressed and I went back home with a guilty look....I didn’t talk to her for over two weeks and one day she called me one night and told me that she was sorry for what happened and she’s ready to make it up to me. I was so happy that I didn’t feel guilty anymore.Next day, she texted me that she felt really good with me and told she wants to break her virginity with me. I was so happy and I read the. It was full of Neo Nazis and poor working class White Germans. But what scared her was that shop she saw and she gulped. It was a tattoo shop, and Boris sitting next to her saw her expression."You look nervous dear. Is something wrong?" he asked her as he unbuckled his seat belt on the passenger's side."Where ... where are we going?" she sounded really scared."What does it look like slave? We are going in the tattoo shop," and he started to smile at her ... wickedly."Why ... why are we going. It allhappened this one time she slept over. I have this friend named Tiffany. She is 18, 5'5 with dark dyed red hairand piercing green eyes. She's about 130 lbs and a 34C. She is so hot withpeircings all through her ears and dark makeup. Everyone knows she's alesbian. Me, Liz, I'm 17,5'8 with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I am 135lbs and have 34DD boobs. I've never been with a girl before. Our night started with going to play pool at the local billiard hall. Itwas a friday night and. Only the jostling of the car kept you from sitting perfectly still. Eventually, your gaze moved towards me. Without making eye contact, you looked directly at my crotch. You squirmed slightly in your seat, adjusting yourself, and then discreetly licked at your lips. I caught you as you did a couple of quick double takes to my crotch, before you looked away. Busted I said to myself as I caught your stare returning to my crotch a couple of more times, your gaze lingering longer each time. It was.