They had one thin on their mind, and that was to mug me. One, I recognised from going to my school and being in my year (I knew they weren't joking, t...at's just the sort of person he was), he was 16, 2-3 months older than me, and had a very short dark brown hair. He grabbed the phone from my hands, while questioning: "what we got here then?"Luckily the phone was locked from seeing them approaching, the image of my girlfriend still secure but I still was hard from seeing the picture just a few. I dont feel the slightest bit wicked for saying it anymore. I flop back on my brothers bed, spreading my legs for the third time in my life. Im so wet. God, he must be so glad that hes making me this way, judging by how he just dives down. His hot little tongue laps at my throbbing slit, sliding down my folds, kissing my pussy. Ohh, honey, I cry out. Taste me. More. Eat this big sis pussy! Hes making me so dirty right now. I giggle. Im churning out so much juice for my Dalton. He cleans me up.. ” The barman pulled him a pint, and he took a good draught, before letting out a satisfied sigh. Lisa smiled. “You sound as if you needed that,” she said. “You can say that again,” he replied. “I’ve just spent all day being bored to death in useless meetings. But a good pint solves most things. And I must say this is a good pint.” “They do keep their beer well here, and most of the bar staff know their stuff – I think that guy must be new,” answered Lisa. “Have you been here before?” And so. If I had answered, ‛No, I think you are fine', you wouldn't have believed me. The secret is to answer so hyperbolically that there's no way the woman would believe. She gets pissed off at your answer, and it all goes well. You know, women are complicated, dear." Oh, just fuck off, we're not like that," she said, still smiling."Of course not," I said in the most sarcastic tone I could find."You're worthless. Come here and pay for your words," she said, spreading her legs."I like this."I had.