I tongued a girl's bottomhole; after Charlihad demonstrated the technique on me, so it seemed natural to return thefavor. I sucked Mandy off. Indeed... licked them together--but asCharlotte was never hard, and Mandy never finished, I may have somewriggle room. Mandy did, gently, penetrate me twice. After I'd beensent to undress and instructed to use a "douche". Since one of those waswith her own flesh-and-blood shaft, and she came, I'd imagine that countsagainst me. I blush at the memory of. But now she was just a 16- or 17-year-old girl trying her hardest to look 25. The others were clustered around in a group, checking their phones and texting pictures to one another. They had been content to keep actual contact to a bare minimum. They had put a hand on my shoulder or I had put my hand on theirs. There was almost always at least six inches of space between me and the girls. It was in deference to their ages, as well as the fact that I was dating the hottest woman on the. ‘Madeleine?’ ‘Our agent?’ ‘Oh, Maddy. She’s your archetypal fag hag, ain’t she? Absolutely adorable!’ Steadily more people began arriving and everything changed as they did so. Initially it seemed most likely that all there’d be was a polite evening of passing joints round the room supplemented by glasses of rather better plonk than we deserved and the background music of Cabaret Voltaire. However, as more people arrived—most of them men and not all of them exclusively homosexual—the mood began. Even when I asked her if she wanted to take the rudder, she declined, just sat there with her hand drifting in the water, as her eyes stared into space. I was maybe losing my daughter, but not without a fight.“Isobet, something’s bothering you. Why don’t you tell me, maybe I can help.”She looked like she had just seen a ghost, and shuddered, so I reached for her and pulled her close.“It’s okay, Sweetie, we don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to, but remember that I’m always.