.xAs a young pritty girl I was all way’s surounded by boy’s and by fifteen I had my first boyfriend, his name was Brad and his cock was hard ever... time we kissed.One day as we walked home he pushed me into an ally way and we were soon kissing, I could feel his erection pressing against me through his pale blue jean’s and could not resist stroking it through his jeans as he fondled my boob’s and kissed my neck. Brad started to breath harder and then I realised he was close to shooting his load,. After then wearying and fatiguing myself with grasping shadows, whilst that most sensible part of me disdained to content itself with less than realities, the strong yearnings, the urgent struggles of nature towards the melting relief, and the extreme self-agitations I had used to come at it, had wearied and thrown me into a kind of unquiet sleep: for, if I tossed and threw about my limbs in proportion to the distraction of my dreams, as I had reason to believe I did, a bystander could not have. Her house seemed so much cooler than ours, interesting prints on the walls, snapshots of Helen at parties with friends, attractive people. She fixed me a coke and attempted to draw me out in conversation. We made small talk about my school and California but I was very shy around her. She attempted to give me some money for walking the dog but I refused it. "What a nice young man you are!" She ruffled my hair and I swooned inside.Helen encouraged me to walk the dog whenever I wanted, so I. Debbie's mouth was now open and her breathing was gettingheavier. "Want to stay and be mine?...mmmmm... Do you want to please me? ...",whispered Maggie. "Yes", gasped Debbie. The lust and desire in her loins now totallyoverwhelming her. She could think of nothing but burying her head in Maggie'sgown. Maggie pinched her nipple hard, causing Debbie to gasp. "Yes.. what..?",she queried. "Yes Ma'am!", Debbie cooed, now willing to do anything to keepMaggie's hand at work. "Ok stand up slut",.