You don’t have to be sorry.”Then something dark and primal tugged at me way down deep. I didn’t understand the meaning of her next sentence in a...y coherent, logical sense. All I got was the loose meaning on an instinctive level. A hint of something illicit and thrilling when Janet finished with a near whisper: “I don’t mind you looking. I actually like it.”***I boggled, mind unable to cope. I understood what Aunt Janet had said, but couldn’t reconcile her apparent meaning with my concept of. In all of their eyes Tempest could do no wrong. They would tell him to handle it, or ignore it- he was the adult after all. Well he tried desperately to ignore her but it didn’t work, she wouldn’t allow it. He should ignore it, she was only 13, but she was a very smart and cunning thirteen year old, he knew plenty of adults that were not as clever as she. *** In the car on the way home, Tempest listened to her parents discuss Diago’s running away. She doodled in her note book as their words. She wiped her gooey hand and fingers on the edge of a bowl. That would be Steven's bowl. She couldn't help but grin. And now that she was returning to her senses, the wetness of her cunt was giving her chills because of the air-conditioning. She wasn't wearing panties, but for the life of her, she couldn't think why not. She had planned on the blowjob, and Steven wouldn't recover fast enough to give her a good fuck. What had she been thinking? She raised her skirt slightly and raked a couple of. Giving head was her favorite past time and seeing his large cock with pre-cum on the tip had her dying to taste it. Down on her knees, she licked the tip slowly, teasing him. Her tongue swirled around the head a few times before she took the entire 11.5 inches in her mouth. Thanks to her experience, she expertly deep-throated him without gagging.As she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, she could feel him tighten. She knew he lacked experience and didn't want him getting off from this.