" Me too," she said, softly. "But I couldn't." Why not?" Because all it would have been was the screenplay for a porn video," she said. "When I though... of you, all I could think about was how wonderful you made me feel with your fingers, and mouth, and..." She didn't finish, but I was pretty sure what else she had been thinking about. It was the same thing I had been thinking about as I lay there stroking my boner."If you'd have written that, I might have come to see you," I said."I know. And. ." Christina!" Fiona said in a warning voice. "Enough."I looked at the young girl and saw a secret smile, then turned to her mother, who looked much more concerned."Which house were you looking at?" Fiona asked, breaking the silence.I pointed across the street at a low ranch style home with a big tree in the front yard and an attached garage."Nice," she said. "Looks really well kept. These houses were built in the seventies. Have they updated the inside?" Yes. You can see the pictures on the. My cock stiffened as my lips closed around this clitoral prize. Her pre-pubescent clit had not grown to its full size of pubic maturity, yet its petite innocence was all the more tantalizing. My tongue found the pee-hole. I licked and teased and vainly attempted entry. I knew the pee-hole was too small, yet I tried my best to stimulate pleasure. When Meggie’s hips began squirming and wiggling, I knew I had been successful.I attacked the clit with more zest. My lips began making slow, lazy. She was wearing tight black T-shirt and a blue jeans.We went to the food court ‘Transit’ in the mall for lunch and were talking about ourselves to each other. By 2.30, we ran out of topics to talk at such a place and hence I suggested that we will go to Lalbagh. She readily agreed to it and we started off in my bike. Her soft boos were brushing against my back whenever she leaned forward to tell something. It was an amazing feeling.Within 15 or 20 minutes, we reached Lalbagh and were walking.