"Would you like to feel it between your legs?" I asked. "Not yet, I'm not even wet yet" "Let me help you then, come stand here, pointing at ei...her side of my head. Her face turned beet red, knowing what I had in mind, but she complied. when she was in position, I told her to kneel down, thus putting her pussy right over my mouth. I reached up and took hold of her hips so she couldn't get away and ran my tongue around her lips. She sat lower, so my tongue could reach everywhere, and. Why not?" she said to herself. "If this is a new start, why notbe a new me? The best me I can be. Why not?" she said allowing her smileto widen. Dakota giggled, wondering if her new next-door neighbors heardher inane babbling. "I'll bet it's an old couple or something," she saidto herself. Talking to herself had always made her feel better. "Evencheerleaders can get lonely," she reassured herself on particularly hardnights in her earlier youth. Shaking away bad memories, Dakota crossedthe room. It was the only thing she really didn't like about the whole sex business. When she had an orgasm, she had to grit her teeth and concentrate very hard, just to maintain her composure. If she slipped at all her body would buck around uncontrollably and she'd say all kinds of things she didn't mean. Lately, when she just... needed it, she'd taken to pressing her face into her pillow, or biting down on it.Even if her roommates were asleep, masturbating while they were at home was out of the. All you have on now are your panties.You feel the cool night air blowing on your nipples. The panties are the hardest part. But you bend over and slide them off. Dropping them in the box you close the handle. Just to be sure you open it again. It is empty. You have no choice now.Out of the corner of your eye you spot the headlights on a car moving down the road in your direction. In just a few seconds it will be close enough that whoever is inside will be clearly able to see you standing there.