We did our best to describe each other. We found out about Skype and created accounts so we could finally speak to each other live. Her voice was soft...as silk and she could use it to convey a wide range of emotions. I couldn't wait for the work day to end so I could go home and log onto Skype and talk to her.The months passed. It was during a conversation where she was enjoying a joke at my expense that changed everything. In mock anger I said something to the effect of, "Bad girl, papa spank.". The doctor got really scared. He then panicked and ran out of the room. He made a rash excuse of his mother being hit by a car and ran away. The doctor never returned and got relocated. The incident wasn’t much fruitful but Dipti learned one thing. “So the rod is like a balloon that boys can inflate between their legs. But are they blowing air in it? How? Or filling the balloon with pee?”Dipti had a lot of questions but no one to ask. When she asked her father about it, he simply ignored it.. I reached behind David and grabbed his butt using my hand to keep control of the face fucking speed. I slid my finger in his ass pumping his asshole to the rhythm of his cock pumping our mouths. I could tell he was not going to last much longer and I tasted his first squirt of come. I slid my tongue to the underside of his cock forcing his jerking hot loads of come on to Sheila's face. As Sheila sucked the last drop of his come, I moved back and David leaned down kissing her, swapping his come. Well I did what anyone would have done in this situation, started to panic, I also think that i pissed myself, but hey, I was too sacred to notice.I must have been standing there for a good minute for something but to me I felt like eternity.When the minute passed the guy started to shout at me again. This was not a good thing to do with a scared teen, as they are bound to do anything to get out of anything that scares them, and did something it did.Felting my hands start to heat up. I look.