I was definitely going to take it slowly. There was no way I was going to end up on a milk carton. Not if I could help it. I started to walk up to the...house.The porch light came on. A boy stuck his head out the door and gave a brief look around.I recognized him.And nearly turned on my heel and headed home. It was Karl from school. Why didn't he tell me? Did he think he could play me like some game, bouncing between dealing with me on the net and dealing with me at school? Who did he think he. Her socks came part way off as well and so he grabbed them and pulled them the rest of the way.“We can’t have sex, John.” Ashley breathed. “Okay?” Her sexy, tanned legs were open and on either side of him, his gaze went from her panty-covered crotch to her dark, pleading eyes. He slowly slid his hand up the smooth skin of her legs. He touched her pussy over her panties and she gasped, stiffening up again.“Can we give each other oral?” He asked. He had to taste this woman! Eager to be satisfied,. .,He stole a quick taste with a flick of his tounge...she was sweeter than he had hoped. He glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, back arched..her mouth was open and breathing very unsteady. He spread her lips and found her clit, that raw exposed nerve that he found hypnotizing ad with every touch of his finger, every flick of his tounge, his hot breathe...she responded as if every touch were the first. He licked her, drank her in like she was a fine wine. And he felt as if he was getting. “Hey, slow down. Wherever we are going it would be good to get there in one piece.” “Sorry,” she smiles. “It is that I don’t want to be late.” “Late for what?” “You’ll see it is a surprise.” I sit back and just enjoy the morning sun, wondering what she is up to. We pull into the parking lot of a secluded villa in one of the posher neighborhoods. There is a small discrete brass plaque announcing that we are at the Elite Spa. “Spa? What the hell has she planned?” As we enter, a young woman comes.