"That's OK. I'm just happy at the idea of having someone else with us that knows I'm not crazy. But..." She looked away before continuing in a smaller...voice, "Rick, I just want you to know that... that... I'll understand if you don't want to help me any more. We had to get out of there. I had to get out of there. I did things that weren't nice." You're talking about the things you skirted over when we talked in the car yesterday, aren't you?" I asked.She nodded. Her face was pale and. Amongst them was a bra in the perfect colour, my size and in a cutthat the label described as Balcony. "This looks OK", I said, feeling morerelaxed now as Kirsten put me at ease with words of encouragement, speakingmore softly with an underlying Irish accent. Without even asking, she pickedup my overnight bag for me and led me to the luxuriously-appointed changingrooms. Expecting her to wait outside, I was surprised when Kirsten steppedinto the large cubicle behind me and quietly closed, and. She quickly turned away once we locked eyes."Come on, man, she's what, like 10-years-old?" Naw, I've seen her at my brother's school. He's got a class with her so she's got to be the same age as he is." Looks like another butter face," Dale said giving her the once over. The four of us laughed. That's a term we use to describe a girl with a nice body but with a face that would stop traffic.Looking back at the girl standing about 30 feet away from us I had to agree. Her hair was pulled back into. .and he slips in one...then two...then oh heck..three fingers...I want it all...but he is holding back...three fingers?? but my pussy is sucking those fingers in...slurping noises...and I feel my nectar begin to run down my legs...he turns me around...me facing him...I so much want him in me..looking into his eyes...I see the glint, and I sink down and take his glorious manhood into my mouth...starting at the head...I apply pressure with my tongue...I can see drops glistening on the.