"Whoa," was all Sara could come up with. Becky knew it was now time to move on to step three." Yeah, I know," she said and then paused to think for a ...econd, " but that's not the weirdest of it."Sara looked at Becky dead in the eye then wondering what she meant by weirdest. What could be weirder than Jenny Young, party-girl slut? She was about to find out shortly." I let her go, you know, do her thing for a bit and just sat back and watched hoping everything would get better, you know?" Becky. A sporting goods company supplied hammocks and sleeping bags at cost, this was a great help. Hattie and Jane bought a bolt of sheet material and made sleeping bag liners which could be removed and washed.Finally the great day arrived, Bruno brought the Sisters and the kids over. The TV crew and news paper editor were present, all the folk who had helped in one form or another was there. Monsignor Rossi was there on behalf of the orphanage.I had asked Bruno to make a speech on my behalf, I'm no. Though I had come across a lot of girls in my life, this was my first experience being alone with a girl in her place. Thoughts of all kinds emerged in my mind. Suppose someone known to me has seen me entering her house with her? I was worried someone may spot my bike parked inside a house unknown. I had drifted in thoughts when she suddenly gave me a jerk again, “I’ll just be back with the tea.Till then you can relax with the magazines and here’s today’s newspaper”. I just smiled and saw her. She licked past my little wisp of hair, and around my thighs and then I felt for the first time, a girls wet tongue plunging into my cunt. I started squealing and moaning so much I was afraid her mom would hear us, but I knew this was so much better than masturbating and I thrashed around and came pretty quick. Then she came up beside me and kissed me and it tasted so sweet. I thought, Oh my god, I’m licking my own pussy juice off her mouth, but I didn’t care, I loved the taste of my pussy in.