Neither is “I need to talk to you about a hippopotamus.” as a follow up. But at least it established who I am.At this point in time, I’m not sur... of her reaction – having just met her, and being nervous as hell, my reading of her emotions isn’t exactly worthy of a circus fortuneteller act. But so far, I haven’t crashed and burned yet – I must still be on my 20 seconds.Putting some money on the table to pay for her drink, I take a firm hold of her arm to lead her to the car, and as she walks. I then opened her shorts and pulled them down, exposing her thick trim blonde bush. I parted her thighs and began exploring her pussy with my tongue, parting the soft wet folds, exposing her hard throbbing clit. I began sucking and licking it, making her moan and cry out she put her hands on the back of my head and pushed me deeper, opening her thighs more, pressing her hips into my face. I liked faster harder tasting her, she screamed and bucked, her first orgasm with me. I then moved up. Amber gets out and slams the door. She walks right past her father with a quick, “Hi, Daddy.” and goes right into the house. Leon looks straight at Sarah with a frown asking, “What the hell is that all about?”“We had a fight on the way here,” he ex-wife offers.“About what?” he presses.“Well, she is sixteen and she knows she gets to choose where she wants to live,” Sarah explains, looking pained. Leon isn’t sure that it is because of the fight or that Amber may have chosen to live with him. “But. "Here it is, the definition of the word slut: 'A slovenly, dirty woman; slattern. A woman of loose morals. A prostitute. A bold, brazen woman. A female dog'." She laughed derisively, closed the book and walked back to the wall-unit where she replaced the book before walking back to Anne. "I should think all of those descriptions adequately describe you, even the female dog part." She turned to Anne's father. "What do you think Paul?" I think you're right, I think she probably has been fucked by.