"Sir, where can I find the registrar's office?" she asked in a mildly deep yet smooth voice. If a high pitched voice was yogurt and a deep voice was a...chocolate bar, she'd be somewhere in between. She would be ice cream or frozen yogurt, or maybe syrup. She had this sweetness in her eyes and in her tone that screamed out innocence."This is the registrar's office" I said. We shared a giggle.There was real connection between that moment, we both knew it."Is this where I get my registration form?". Your left hand entangles in my hair- which the previous evening you had dyed an intense shade of burgundy, telling me it was much more becoming on me than my mousy brown hair. Silently I had agreed, never caring much, but wanting what you wanted for me, as always. You begin at the top of my earlobes- with your right hand, touching, kissing, and caressing- moving slowly downwards-over my cheeks, to my collared neck, down to my breasts-pausing there pinching my nipples making them erect. I lay. We had rolled into a sixty-nine position with me licking her pussy and gently fingering her ass. Sara moaned when my finger slipped into her hole. I moved my tongue from her pussy to her back-door hole. Sara released my cock, moaning. I circled around her hole then probed it with the tip of my tongue.“Oh shit, that feels so weird, but I love it. Push your tongue in farther.”I did as she wanted. After few moments I was fucking her ass with my tongue.“Randy, I think I’m ready.”She then grabbed. He was over six feet tall, and there was gray in his hair. He just smiled at me. “Coming to find the ghosts?” He laughed. It made me feel a little better that he was laughing, like there weren’t any ghosts and I let my breath out. “Yeah” I said. He looked me up and down. “How old are you girl?”“Thirteen.” He made a mmm’ing sound and ran his flashlight over me. “Ain’t no ghosts here girl, and you’re trespassing. Turn your light off.” I don’t know why I did, but I was scared so I turned off.