I even like freckles. And here was this gorgeous teenage, well to me, goddess telling me she had been wanting to meet me. Thankfully, she took over th... conversation and we ended up having alot in common. She had the greenest eyes, milky skin, and what were probably a full b cup rack. I found myself saying anything to keep her from leaving. It turned out I didn't need to. She was 16, had a car, and offered me a ride home. For just about every day for two months, she drove me around to do. My indecision makes me even more nervous and befuddles my brain so that I have to grab blindly at items and take them to the bed. Hmm, a ball gown, have I worn this recently? He will be mad with me if I have. There is no point in changing it, he will be here soon so I change into it. The mirror tells me a lie and at a glance I appear to look glamorous; hair pinned up, long gloves, high heels. Under the dress I wear his favourite; scoop bra, french knickers, suspenders, a garter and old. But, of course, I said no. I put my head down so he wouldn't have access to my mouth, so he pulled my hair which lifted my head up. "Brent, I thought you loved me!" I said in confusion. "I do love you, but none of this would be happening if you didn't make me wait so long. So stop talking and start sucking, honey." Brent said as he and the other guys laughed. He stuck his 6 inch wiener in my mouth. Apparently I don't have a gag reflex. Great. He started cumming in my mouth. Don't do this to us."It was a nightmare--the boys all standing around laughing at her and this animal about to attack her. Betty glanced up, staring at her daughter."Run, Mother! He'll hurt you with that thing if you don't run."Betty sobbed, still begging the boy to let her go. She was looking wildly around for some way out. At least this time they had kept the bonds off her. She slid back, her widened eyes focused on the advancing boy. He gained on her, bringing the cat down to within three.