Michelle used glossy pinks for my lipstick - very sassy! She tied my hair up into a cute ponytail that bobbed and bounced with my every step. When I l...oked in the mirror I was every man's jailbait fantasy. I looked like a fifteen-year-old girl with nubile and supple breasts, long smooth strong legs, that was innocent of experience and dressed for sin.Michelle told me to hop up onto the counter top. Being the obedient little girl that I had become I did so immediately and waited for Michelle.. He definately knew his P.E.T.S. She liked a man like that and would have asked him first if he hadn't beat her to it.So they had lunch and got to know each other better. Lunch turned to dinners and he was always the perfect gentleman. Never drank more than a glass of wine, always walked her to her door after the dates but never came in when offered a nightcap. How on earth was she going to pull off her plan if the guy was so determined to 'court her the right way'. Its the twenty-first century. But I also don’t plan to get married before we graduate. Agreed?”“We’re on the same page,” she said with a smile. “One step at a time. I don’t want to mess things up any more than you do. We have to make sure that no matter what happens, we’re still friends. I realized just how empty my life would be without you around.”“Same here. And honestly, if there’s ANY question, I’d rather we stay friends than make a mess of things.”“And Cincinnati?” she asked.“As you said when you made the offer, I. “It’s really warm too.”“Mmm ... yeah,” Xander agreed contentedly. Having someone else stroke your rod was nicer than doing it yourself. Taylor wrapped the rest of her fingers around his dick and stroked it harder.“OW! Easy! Too hard,” Xander gasped.“I should have realized you would be sensitive there,” Taylor responded.“It’s OK.”“No, I should have known,” Taylor insisted. “You seemed to know instinctively that I was sensitive down there, especially around my clitoris. You used exactly the right.