"ANGELIQUE!" "I'm sorry, Mistress Hazel, but they look prettysimilar!" This voice sounded as if it were from a muchyounger and less confident g...irl. "Oy!" The woman's voice said that as if all theweight of the world were on her shoulders. "And I'm sure he's just as bad, after all, he's aguy." Jay cleared his throat again. "Excuse me, but doyou mind terribly if I leave while you two argue this out?"Being around crazy people who had access to drug darts. He reached over to the sink, retrieved his camera (still running) and set it on the edge to capture the action. With both hands free, he now grabbed the back of my head and slapped that cock playfully over my face. “Suck it, boy. Take my cum,” he rasped as he guided his dripping cock-head into my mouth.He seemed to have a great sense of where my gag reflex started, as he’d push his cock into my mouth until it was just beginning to be uncomfortable, then slowly pull back before doing it again,. I let him. Truthfully I wanted to feel it and didn’t need much pushing. I rubbed him through his jeans and he let out a moan and arched his back. I was getting excited to see him under my control. I wanted to see that throbbing guy stick. I wasn’t thinking any more, I just unzipped his jeans and inserted two fingers in. I rocked his cock back and forth over his shorts and it was clearly straining to get out. I could feel its heat. I could feel its need. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them. I had just fastened the belt to my skirt when I remembered the mirror in her closet door and what the boy at the revival meeting had dared me to do.The sixteen-year-old who stared back at me from the silvered surface was pretty, even prettier than she'd been a few months before. I studied my legs and the way they were filling out in the calves, though my ankles had stayed thin. My breasts would never be as large as Linda's, but they had taken on more roundness and the nipples pushed out brown.