Of course, all he was thinking about was my soft naked body and what my pussy tasted like. As it was the end of the day, the boutique was quiet. The s...hop assistant had no problem with Tom entering the fitting rooms to view my choice of dresses. I closed the curtain and removed my dress that I threw on in my rush to get out. I put the first dress on. A short black dress which showed of my big tits and hourglass figure. As I pulled the curtain back to shout for Tom, I couldn’t believe my eyes.. The old girl’s cunt had a thin covering of grey hair on it, but her small pink arsehole was still smooth and tight. Mabel pushed her face between the old lady’s bum cheeks, and stuck her tongue into her anus. She licked around the rim of her arse, and then pushed her tongue into her vagina. Next to the stocks was a jar of Lubricant, and she took a liberal portion onto her fingers. She stuck one finger deep into the woman’s cunt, feeling it grip her finger tightly, as she began rubbing the. I should mention one thing here, growing up is great. It's a wonderful experience. ONCE! Twice is sort of OK. The third time is boring, after that forget it.One thing that happened every time was Helen McCleavy's death. She was killed by a hit and run driver two weeks into the summer holiday. Previously I had been so wrapped up in Sarah that I just mourned Helen for a few days and then got on with my life. This time though I had spent more time watching Helen and I decided to do something about. He just stared at me in silence. But then, after a moment or so, he said: "Yeah, well---I 'aint no faggot. I'm Catholic," he added, as if that meant anything particular. Which, to me, it didn't.Then, taking another chance at possibly scaring him off, I said: "I'd love to suck your cock, Solomon. May I?" Yeah?" He replied, still setting on the sofa and staring over at me."Yeah," I said. "I really would. Let me do that for you, okay? That doesn't make you a faggot if I do", I added."It don't?".