" I sit on the bench about to lie down. "Quickly!" You bark as I snap out of it and lie down. You part my legs and kiss along my inner thighs, lightly... skimming my pussy and kissing the lower part of my stomach. My hips buck as a reflex when your face skims my pussy and you stop, looking up at me. "Now be a good girl and stay still or you won't get to cum." I do as I'm told, trying my hardest to stay as still as possible. After a while of teasing, you run your tongue along my pussy. "Ah, we're. We tied the extra horses in the trees and rode up to one of the houses. We were met by an older white man and middle-aged negro man.In my best Pennsylvania German accent I said, "Morning. We are looking for deserters that are causing trouble. Had any trouble from deserters?"The man said, "No trouble here. This is my overseer, Jacob Washington." Mr. Washington." We were treated good here. Nobody left. We don't expect no trouble and don't want no trouble." Sergeant, we're not needed here. I bid. “I know that tune!” he said.The words that were being sung by a young female voice, when he turned the radio up were:“I want to be Bobby’s girlI want to be Bobby’s girl, That’s the most important thing to me...”Constance reached for the knob and turned it down. Bobby immediately turned it back up.“And if I was Bobby’s girl, If I was Bobby’s girl, What a faithful thankful girl I’d be.Each night I sit at home, Hoping that he will phone, But I know Bobby has someone else”Constance reached to turn. "What if he wants to do more?" Jasmine asked."Huh?" Vinny was pulled out of his thoughts. "What do you mean?" What if he wants to do more than kiss me?" I think at fourteen kissing is quite enough." I'm almost fifteen." Fourteen and a half." Whatever. But what if he wants to touch my boobs?" she said, digging her chin into her chest and pressing the pink material taut around one tit. "I sorta just got them and boys like boobs."Vinny couldn't tear his eyes off her little tit. She wasn't wearing.