April liked her name, but had often considered choosing another birthday. This March 26th, however, she was turning sixteen; waiting any longer would ...ave been torture.Brian, seven months older and already licensed, drove her to the state facility after school. "Right hand side," he said as she left the building with her learner's permit clutched in her hand. Brian knew his April."You're a licensed driver," she replied, though she did get in the passenger's side. "It's legal." Your father would. She dropped me off, and Beverley asked how I had got on, find I said, going back tomorrow after I have got the parts and will fix the washing machine, Sarah is going to her boyfriend's so I got the key. “Good, I arranged for Maureen to come over and I am going to help her with choosing some new clothes and undies. I will be able to show her some on the internet.” Next day, I went to Sarah's there was a note for me on the kitchen table asking me to put some washing in the machine and turn. With your energy resources at an all time low you relax. There is currently no fight in you. “Remember. Just enjoy the experience”.You feel a hand caress your cheek though the tape. Slowly it loves down towards our breasts. Now two hands circle you tits. Now fingers circle your nipples. You moan slightly into the gag as your nipples become harder. Your breasts are fondled and you squirm beneath Vanessa’s weight. Her hands move down from your tits one again to your navel. With each. Show some sign of life. I had adored her before the divorce. At least I think I did. I vaguely remembered jacking off to the imagination of her naked body.She wandered off and a few minutes later I saw her name in my inbox. She copied me on an e-mail to some group asking for an update on a project. I imagined her typing up that e-mail, her pussy pressed against the office chair. Dampening the fabric of her slacks and soaking through ever so slightly to the chair. I wanted to walk into her cube.