"Just don't get married, Mandy, it doesn't work out. You never get what you want," he said angrily. "Something didn't go right, huh, Mister Parsons?" ..."I'll say, just a simple request. Not a big deal. No, she says, not tonight." Without really thinking about it, I asked, "What did you ask?" "Well, geez, um, Mandy, you're what, how old?" "Sixtteen, I'm a sophomore. Oh, was it sex? I know about that." "Well, yeah, it was. All I wanted was a blowjob, you've heard of that, right?" "Mister Parsons,. Uncharacteristically, Heather had stayed in bed all day - from shortly after she’d wokem up, right through until she’d drifted back to sleep that night, Heather had only gotten up for food and to go to the toilet.The rest of the time, she’d been masturbating.It had been fun, Heather was forced to admit. It was so unlike her - she’d always had a strong sex-drive, but she never had time to indulge herself like that.Yes, that was it. It was an indulgence. And when was the last time she’d had one. His tongue teased the crease of them before dipping inside to play with my clitoris. It swirled back and forth, up and down giving such pleasure with his hot tongue it was almost unbearable. I could feel his heavy breath on my cunt. Each stroke of his tongue was setting my loins on fire. I pushed my backside against him, wanting to feel more of the heat of his mouth and the wet silky feel of his tongue against me. My whole body was acute to his every touch, his hands messaging my buttocks, his. "God! I wish I could feel them." Me too." She said. "Come and kiss them for me." I moaned aloud. "How about you?" she asked. "Show me that handsome penis again." I scooted back in my chair and stood, realizing that I was still pretty hard. "Oh yes, sweetie! So handsome, and strong, and BIG!" I began to stroke it a bit. "Oh yeah. Stroke your beautiful penis for me. I wish I was there to kiss it, too." I moaned again, loudly. "Yeah? Would you like that? You have such a big one, sweetie. I would.