You understand, just visiting friends and stuff happens.”Art didn’t look impressed. “Did you drink with those friends every night? Have a few pu...fs on a cigarette every night?”He had guessed the truth and I couldn’t bring myself to lie. “Well I had a few beers, but I didn’t smoke more than one or two at the most. That’s the truth, I promise!”He took my hand and walked me over to the chair in the middle of the room. “You promised your mom you would never smoke when you were a teenager. You broke. . His wonderful tongue flicked inside me and out over my clit causing me to scream. "My panties," I gasped, "Take them off!"Greg looked up at me and laughed saying, "You're mine until I take them off!" I tried to kick my legs to free the panties, but I couldn't get them down in the position I was in and his tongue was advancing along my slit again.I was building rapidly. My head was rolling gently on the floor and I kept repeating, "Oh My God," over and over again as his tongue drove me nearer. Cook then just told me that whenI finally was ready to show the world, that she hoped that everyone wasready for me because I was going to blow them away. After a round of hugsand goodbyes Mom and I headed home, me following her in my little rag tagGhia.I wish I could say when I got home that it was all hugs and rainbows withmy Step-Dad and I, it wasn't but that's okay. Our relationship had neverbeen like that anyway, we talked for a bit and I explained everything toboth him and Mom. He seemed. Warren surprised her again. "I'm not daring you to do anything. I want you to take off your panties and come back here," he said this softly, looking directly into her eyes. "If I like the way they smell I'll take you home and fuck your brains out. Now go!"Not used to being ordered around, Gail hesitated a moment, looked into his eyes and then headed straight to the ladies room to follow his instructions.Why in the hell am I doing this, she wondered?Then she answered her own question. I came to.