“What do you want me to do here, Ri.” He blew against her pussy. Jesus, it was taking all his fucking control not to fuck her.Oh God, she couldn�...t take it anymore, she was about to freaking come and he hasn’t even put his mouth on her.“I want your mouth on my pussy,” she panted. “I want you to lick my clit,” she moaned with anticipation.He quickly looked up and saw Henry, he was a distance away but walking slow as he talked to Anna. He probably had five minutes. That was enough time to get her. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, and thirty seconds, as if time was slowing down, my tender nude pussy had just nestled into the warm curvature of the plywood seat, that rose tantalising from my anus, to form a wave like curve between my legs, parting my labia and crushing my swelling clitoris on its crest, and as I leant forward on the most female of feminine pleasure chairs, I could feel my teenage body rock gently, my nude buttocks clench and relax on that deliberately man made curve to. "Ben? Hey!!! I swear I was just calling you! I was pressing down the 2-button to speed dial you when suddenly the line picked up!"I grinned. "Really? I'm still your 2-button?" Of course! Silly," Dawn giggled. "Wow, talk about a psychic connection. We're calling each other at the exact same cosmic moment."Much more relieved, I relaxed and chatted amiably with Dawn. We caught up on various school activities and asked about each other's family. Dawn bemoaned how DJ was going through boyfriends. I could see mom's point.Mom and I became close as never before and Tracy bought nicer cloths. Tracy is that All American girl you see at the mall dressed in faded, tight jeans and a round butt and wearing high heeled cowboy boots and a shirt with her long brown hair parted in the middle and a well scrubbed, clean face. Tracy has a triangular face, white teeth and symmetrical features and a small nose with full lips."Mom what if I thought that Tracy would have a horrible life married to a man.