”“What? How old are you?” The attendant suddenly had a terrified look on his face.“Fourteen.”“Oh Shit. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”...��Don’t worry about it; I seduced you, remember? And if you delete those pictures and promise never to tell, then I won’t either.”“Thank God.” He set about in his phone, deleting the evidence.“That’s not all. I may want to do this again in the future. Probably not with fucking, but certainly being naked in the store. You will let me. Also, I’ll be taking these pants. I am new to this and like to take things slow so be patient with me.If you have any rules for me to follow state them clearly in an E-mail etc.I will try to follow them best I can unless they conflict with my personal life etc.Please make sure that I'm what your looking for based on the text before you contact me.You must live in the United States due to the fact that my cell phone only has nation wide capabilities.Unless you'd like to E-mail me.I live in upstate New York so be sure to state. At least, it was unexplainable in his father and Michelle. Unlike Dahlia's African and Native American blood, they had no ancestry that could justify that Mediterranean tinting, and both resembled their father too much to be the children of a swarthy milkman."Hmmm, you've grown quite a bit, haven't you? I'll have to stand on my toes," she said as she did so, delightfully dragging her boobs along his lower chest and gaining just enough height to give him a nipping peck on the jaw that left that. By making a beckoning motion with your two fingers (a come hither, bending fingers motion), you should be able to pull the fingerprint/pad part of the tips of your two fingers against that spot. Try it. Pull back against it with your two fingers and press a little. Tease it, stimulate it with your fingers. Make her feel good. She should be squirming and breathing very heavily by now.As you start to rhythmically tap/press/pull your fingertips against the g-spot, she should start getting wetter..