A slow, long swipe of my tongue across her spikey pit, first one then the other – that musky half old taste of deodorant, then down to her neck – ...he wrinkles up because she hates her neck being tickled like this – she giggles.Slowly, I trace my now drying (wet it again then) tongue down to her pussy hair (now that’s never shaved) and I breath in – wonderful that gorgeous smell of sweat and sex.I can’t wait to delve into her pussy, I sit back on my knees and lift her legs up to press them back. I didn’t have time to shower tonight and I feel all dirty”. The husband said “Oh, okay”. Then he asked “Did you have time to brush your teeth?”The teacher asks the kids in her 3rd grade class: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Little Petey says: “I wanna start out as a Marine Pilot, then be a billionaire, go to the most expensive clubs, find me the finest hooker, give her a Ferrari worth over a million bucks, an apartment in Copacabana, a mansion in Paris, a jet to travel throughout. ” He walks up behind me, his lips on my neck, hands on my thighs, slowly moving up and under my dress. He reaches my ass and firmly squeezes before delivering the first smack. Lifting the hem of the dress up onto my back, he moves around to stand beside me, one hand still on my ass, delivering smacks that vary from soft to stinging badly, the other has found my pussy and he is quite pleased to find me wet and ready. He moves back behind me, grabs both hips firmly and pulls me onto his hard cock. Anything. It's better than the solace of utter fucking silence. Even if you told me you never wanted to see me again... it'd be better than nothing."Sixteen. Hormones running high. Hadn't spoken to this girl I was becoming furiously hung up about, in two days. Emotions, etc. etc. So, forgive me, but my words, when I finally decided to spill them, didn't come out quite as I hoped."Lil, please. I want... you." Lily looked at my and raised an eyebrow. She threw up her arms, exasperated."What do.