" Turn on one of the cable channels. They're all covering it," he said, saying goodbye before I could ask what I was supposed to be looking for.Megan ...sat up in bed when the TV lit up the room. I laughed when I saw her holding the sheet in front of her, like she was embarrassed for me to see her breasts.I searched around until I found CNN. What was Mr. Oldham so excited about? What did he want me to see?My cell phone rang again. "Sammy, why are you still in Virginia? You haven't had trouble,. Give me a week or so to sort it out and then we’ll have the discussion.’ ‘Okay, I think I can hold out for that long.’ ‘I sincerely hope that you’re joking young lady.’ ‘Of course, Mummy.’ On cue there was a clatter from the garage that announced that Timothy had arrived home and had thrown his bike down in the middle of the garage. ‘Hi Mum! What’s to eat?’ ‘Nothing until you go back out to the garage and pick up your bike and put it on the rack where it belongs.’ ‘I’ll do it later, I promise.’. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING JOE?” she gasped in amazement. “Kissing and sucking your clitoris Dear Sarah.” I replied. “Oh. I Didn,t think she tastes all that good.” “Have you not tasted your own vagina then.” I replied. “Well no.” I dipped two fingers deep to coat them in her juices and lifted them toward her face. “Taste yourself then.” I challenged. “I can,t do that!” she sniffed. “Why not? You swallow my cum and you know that tastes good. Your pussy tastes even nicer.” “How do you know?” I,ve eaten. Barefoot, with her flame hair up in a wild mane of big curls. Her pale skin looked soft and smooth and her hazel eyes had a flicker of golden flecks in them. She had applied a small, tasteful amount of makeup.“So...” I said shyly, not even sure if I should take my shoes off.“So,” She replied with a silly grin, then tackled me against the backside of her front door, pulling my face down to hers for an intense kiss.I put my hands around her tiny waist, pulling her hips against me as she darted.