My flirting was getting more daring, and after taking another long sip of wine, I deliberately leant forward towards Chrissie and pushed my arms again...st the sides of my breasts as we spoke.She couldn't help but stare as my cleavage nearly spilled out of my bra. Maybe it was the wine again, but somehow I knew the stare wasn't one of curiosity. It was one of longing, maybe even wanton lust.I knew then that Chrissie was interested in me. The question was, what would she do about it?ChrissieBy god,. I walked toward the tent, which was unusually large for just two people. I assumed that it had been borrowed from his or her parents. The closer I got to the tent, the more I felt danger. What was going on? I said, very loudly, “KNOCK, KNOCK! IS ANYBODY HOME?”That was the last thing I had time to say as a very large werewolf came charging out of the tent, and it was headed directly for me. There was no question of what to do. Both John and I fired at it, and we each hit it with several shots.. I was near bursting but I couldn’t imagine going on my own – not in the state I was in. Mum wasn’t at home and Nana and Angie had both gone to bed hours earlier so there was nobody to go with me – except Dan and I could never... I dithered around trying to put it off until I was nearly wetting my pants. At that point I burst into tears.Dan grabbed each of my arms and held me so I was looking at him and then he made me tell him what my problem was. So of course I had no choice but explain what. “So, that’s the only thing stopping you? Are you sure you want me at all.” I asked with a smirk.“You’re such a dork,” Becky said as she slapped my chest. “Fine, you want proof?” She asked.Before I could say a word, Becky dropped to her knees and opened my towel, revealing my flaccid cock. She took it into her mouth and began licking and sucking at it, as she pumped it with her hand. She pulled back a bit from it but continued to stroke me.“You know, I always wanted your cock to be the first I.