The road was really rough. I think my cock went half way down Celine's throat after I hit a big bump. I could hear an 'Urk!' but she did not quit. I d...ove over the hill until we were out of sight of the main road and all we could see was a huge hay field surrounded by trees."I stopped the car. Celine sensed my impending orgasm and increased the tempo of her soft hand stroking my throbbing meat. I warned her I was coming but she kept sucking so I grabbed the back of her hair and held her as I. "Ok, Sissy come over here." I want to see just how ticklish you are." I began to tickle her and was like she said, really ticklish. "Ok Liz, your turn. Same response. This was not a surprise to me. "Most kids your age are vary ticklish. Most will grow out of it but some won't" I said. "Sissy, go in the house and don't come back until I call you." She very slowly got up and started to move. "NOW" I said and she ran to the house. There was no way she could see Liz and I from the house.Now it was. The seductive power. The magnetism. Easy to see how men crumbled. Yet there was something new. Something different. Conflict. A disconnect between the lewd actions and unfulfilled spark behind her eyes, begging to be fused. I tipped my head. "Does it bother you?"A half smile formed. Coquettish. Playful as she stroked the lobe alongside a diamond earring. "You don't strike me as the sort of man fooled by status." Dragging the forefinger across her cheek and down to traverse a nipple that stood. ’ Ben bent his knees, drawing his legs close to his body. Then he entwined his fingers on his knees. ‘Tell you what?’ He said. ‘Whenever I knock on her door and don’t get a response, I can’t help but think that maybe she’s again…’ He trailed off, his voice breaking. Brandon sat up, pulled him into a hug. They were acutely aware of that feeling. But Ben’s trauma was far more intense than anybody else’s. He was the one who’d found her in the bathroom, her wrist slit, blood surrounding her. For.