.. theodd, wonderful feeling from your chest as he...The girl in the mirror bites down on her pouty lip.She looks so young, the amazing development of...her body tells against it,but her face looks like the sweet, innocent face of a girl of sixteen.You should be in high school!And no wonder everything looks so much larger than you remember: you areso thin and petite (in most places anyway...) that despite your lengthybody, you can't be much over five feet tall. You try to fight back the panic -. * * *Through the dim lit seats of our bus, I could see her pussy shining from the juice she had given out. I went near and sniffed and smelled a sweet odour. I held her legs by her thighs and looked right into her eyes and licked her labia. She shivered in excitement. I tasted her juice. It was sweet indeed. Also, it was sticky but I didn’t mind it.I was getting nectar from her divine pussy and was enjoying every drop of it. Again I started licking her labia and she was giving out soft moans. When she got out into the big bad world she was going to be a sitting duck.The pretty young waitress brought me my bill. Apart from avoiding Frau Kurtz, my main reason for coming to this little bistro was about to come and collect my money. We were on first name terms by now, and I always tipped generously. One should always have a fallback position. She came back with the change and I gestured to her to keep it.'See you soon, Olga', I said affectionately, and left. I thought she looked after. ”“Was I expected?”“In a sense. You should have seen Bella yesterday. She was staring out the window for hours, waiting for you to show up. It was the most pathetic thing I had ever seen.”“Don’t say it like that!” Bella exclaimed.“Anyway, if you want to speak to Madam Cyrilo, head upstairs. She’ll probably want to have a word with you.”“Bella, I’ll stop by your room when I’ve settled my business, so do me a favor and get yourself warmed up for me.”“Happily!”She pranced up the stairs with Noah.