. she was 'just a kid, ' still. She was a kid at thirteen ... but Lucile Louise was beginning her conversion. From twelve to thirteen and part of four...teen, Grace and Wicked Stepmom, had begun the time honored ritual of coffee ... first at home ... until I decided I'd like to have some ... and then at the Busy Bea ... so I couldn't go."Girl talk, David," WSM would say and they would ride off in the car I bought Grace ... Lucy Lou driving, of course. They would head out in the 1955 Studebaker. ”I pressed my face into the virgin’s spicy pussy. I licked through her shaved folds. She gasped, her round tits bouncing above me as my tongue slid through her petals. I gathered up that delicious cream, reveling in the flavor of her. Already, her juices dribbled hot down my chin.My tongue brushed her clit before I flicked down to lick at her hymen. My girl-dick throbbed as I pressed against that thin membrane. I was eager to penetrate her. To slip into her and feel that tight, virgin flesh. — What would I do? then asked the other. —"Whatever you like, what shall it be?" — More laughing then. — "One at a time's enough isn't it?" said my fancy. — "It would be with you." — "We must go," said she. All prepared quickly to go, and then only she took a glass of wine and immediately departed, so hurriedly — as if scared — that I didn't wait for change in payment for the wine for fear of losing sight of them. I heard them laugh as they got outside and suppose it was about me, then hoping I. ‘Sorry Theo,’ I added quickly. ‘I didn’t mean to be rude but I’m not a little girl anymore, and I don’t call you ‘uncle’ now do I?’ The hurt quickly disappeared. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I didn’t intend to be patronizing and yes, you are definitely no longer a little girl. You are a very pretty young woman, Nikki, I can obviously see that.’ ‘Am I?’ I said fishing openly. ‘Of course,’ he said predictably. ‘You are without doubt the prettiest woman I have had the pleasure of taking to lunch in.