"Nodding, Suzi asked, "Hey, you wanna get out of here and get a drink?" I'd love to. But I'm not old enough." I know a place nearby that it won't matt...r. As long as I buy the drinks and we don't get too... rowdy."Tori looked at the beautiful woman and agreed.Soon, they were in a small cabaret in what Suzi called the Central West End. "This is the coolest part of the city. I live a couple of blocks away, near the Chase Park Plaza Hotel."Tori had a glass of red wine and Suzi had a white. Brown hair about shoulder length framed classic features on a well taken care of face. What really made her look old were the deeply etched lines. Worry lines my grandmother would have called them.As she got closer she realized my eyes were open and she shrieked. Running to the bed she embraced me, crying. I guessed she was his(my) mother but did a scan to confirm it. I had to be careful. I had decided long ago I would feign amnesia to help ease myself into this body's life. But to act. I continued while picking up the ash tray and stubbing out my smoke. By now Deepika was on her knees in front of me both her hands were on my cock and my hands behind her head.Her warm breaths were falling on my crotch and then finally the inevitable happened. My cock was in her mouth usually at this point I faked a squirm so that my client felt good about her oral skills but Deepika was actually good.She wasted no time in licking up and down my cock before feeling confident enough to open wide. She giggled as I handed her the beach ball. Her blond hair was wet, like she had been in the sea. I could see that her swim suit was a bit wet around the bottom half. I guessed she had only been in a short way which is sensible here, there is a rip tide further out, catches too many people every year, I don't know how the Coast Guard puts up with it.I guessed she was eleven or so. She was very slim, with no tits or anything much to show. Her little bulge had turned into ... what is it they call.