"I love your hot cum burning inside me," she whispered--her lips nibbling my ear. The sensuality delayed my declining penis, but eventually it fell fr...om her pussy--our shared spend releasing onto the leather seats."I love you," I said simply."I love you," she responded. For the next ten minutes we kissed. My cock hardened, but neither one of us cared. We concentrated on the kiss.A tap on the privacy screen startled me. "It's time," said Bess.Through the tinted windows, I watched as the City. The visitors never had names, so she had to invent nicknames for them in her own mind. The 'Kind Man', for instance, always wanted her dressed in simple clothes such as an ordinary working class young wife might wear; the Bishop always wanted a nun's habit with no underwear, and so forth. She knew that this was someone who had not visited before, because she had never been asked to greet someone wearing only a thin slip, with neither underwear or a dress. She guessed there would not be much. My sex life was mainly one of masturbation, and that was just fine.When she was twelve, she got very sick from the flu, and I had to bath and dress her, and noted her body was maturing very well. Chelsea had an athletic figure; she was short, but muscular, like a gymnast, and had a cute, firm butt, muscular arms and legs, and her breasts were already beginning to develop nicely. I took her to the store and had one of the ladies fit her for bras, and it seemed like every six months, we had to. "This affects the rest of my life!" You're growing up. Your mother and I won't decide how you should live your life. It's time for you to make your own decisions. This is an excellent place for you to start. This is going to be YOUR college, not ours." Dad said."What if I choose the wrong one?" I asked.Mom said, "Honey, you'll do fine." Kyle, you have to deal with the consequences of your decisions. It is a part of being an adult. Get as much information as you can, think it through, and then.