She had a frown on her face and started to cry. i got down from the tree and left. by 12:00 i was hungry. i was working out. got out of the work out r...oom took a shower and got something to eat. i couldnt stop thinking about what she did. i try to play a game to help me forget about it but i couldn't. i walked to her house and her car wasnt there. i felt so bad after that.it was 5:00pm when i got a call from her on the house phone i picked it up it was her dad. i could tell he had been crying by. Quite often he would test a new design by taking a girl on a bus trip to town with both a dildo and butt plugs up inside her. Sometimes just the shell. Sometimes with a dummy filling.Oleg’s favourite was a special version which shot a stream of body heat fluid instead of exploding. Sluts liked these. He liked setting them off when the girl least expected it. On a pedestrian crossing. At a Supermarket check out. He loved watching the girls as they desperately tried to resist rubbing their. It was like a perfume that no one could bottle. If they could, I want to buy into the company that bottles it. I ran my hands up and down her legs then let my tongue do the same thing. Nothing turns me on like a young girls nice legs. I let my tongue slip up her pussy slit to her clit, by this time she was moaning so much I had to ask her to put her fingers in her mouth and suck on them so she didnt make the neighbors call the police. I took my thumbs and spread her lips and run my tongue right. The answer was in her eyes all along."Steven?" At my question, she only looked at me and wordlessly noddedher head affirmative."Ho... how? W... why? What....." I sounded like a stuttering idiot,but I just couldn't form the questions running at top speed through mybrain. I took a few deep breaths enough to ask, "Steven, did you wantthis yes or no?"She started shaking her head in the negative as soon as I said 'did youwant this', and then proceeded to exclaim, "NO. No, I never wantedthis. .