But I controlled and was listening to her. She was showing me that the pant she was wearing was of a different style on the button and all that. I jus...t looked her into the eye. She paused there for a moment. And then her mom called us. So went to the hall. There we sat on one side of the table and her mom on the other. And they started talking some story. But I couldn’t stop thinking of that navel and how hot she was to fuck. I couldn’t resist so I slowly moved my hands under the table towards. She showed me how to attach it to my underwear to prevent any leaking from my hardening dick.She helped me pad out a yellow bra and adjust the straps to fit me better. We discussed my size and decided that as a twelve year old I shouldn't have too much breast anyhow.I picked out a pair of pale blue tights and a really cute, short pleated gray skirt. Lark agreed that my taste in color was good. She dug around her closet until she came up with an old pair of simple dark blue flats. She insisted. She wasn’t fully shaved, just a small landing strip seemingly pointing me where I should ultimately touch down. Her body tensed with anticipation, but it was not to be…at least not yet. She begged me to lick her wanting pussy. I could see droplets of her juices forming on her swollen labias. Selina tugged at her ties, called me so many names and demanded I eat her. I just smiled without saying a word and moved to the end of the bed.What I have found is that so many guys do not take the time to. I pumped his length a few times, enough to heighten his appetite, before whispering in his ear, “Seduce my stomach first, Darling, and then I’ll let you have the rest of me.”A groan of frustration, hissed through clenched teeth. “What do you want? Wait, let me guess ... Eggs Benedict?”I scoffed. “No! Psh! Don’t act like you know me.”“Okay, okay ... so what do you want?”“Scrambled eggs. I’m very unpredictable.”“Alright, scrambled eggs it is.”“But but but,” I interjected, “they need to be made in.