He would see thatburp as my acquiescence in his beer/celebration plan. I halted, handover my mouth, and considered bolting for the toilet, sure I was ...oingto puke. My guts felt like I'd been on week-old prawn vindaloo.Maybe the sickly colour that must have gone with the clammy feel to myface must have penetrated the beer fumes circling his consciousness,for he looked at me and frowned."Alright, lad?" he asked. Then his eyes narrowed. "Is that lipstick onyour shirt? My god, you randy little sod,. Anyone care to lick me clean?" Jillian invited them.Angie went for Jillian's right breast, Yasu for her left, so the gambit more than worked. Jillian found herself getting wetter by the minute as her husband and girlfriend both sucked her tits and licked the syrup off her boobs. She felt goose bumps on her flesh, and the same old feeling of ecstasy surge inside her, despite her pussy not even being touched since waking up. The scent of her arousal and release were undeniable as she creamed. “Doorbell!”As I heard my mother’s footsteps approaching, I quickly pulled my fingers away from my wet kitty. Ever since that first time in front of the TV, I’d been unable to keep my hands away from my privates. Whether I was watching something, scrolling through social media, or just hanging out in my room, I was always playing.I guess it’s the ... what did Dr. Williamson call it? The “teenage libido”.Changing body and all that.My brow furrowed slightly at the thought. Something about that. I signed his receipt, and he ripped my copy off his pad. He gave it to me along with the parcel.“Do you ever put on insect repellent so the mosquitoes don’t bother you?”“No. I am allergic to most of them.”“Have you ever tried peppermint or lavender oil?”“No, I haven’t.”I kept a bottle of water mixed with peppermint oil in the garage and another in the house to deter flies and mosquitoes and other bugs.I reached for the bottle on the shelf and asked him, “Do you want me to spritz some on.