It was Melissa I would be eating out. Sam had drawn Michelle and it was time. The lights were dim, there were flashes of lightening through the large ...indows. The rain was coming down hard and we could hear the rumbles of thunder. I walked over to find Melissa leaning back in a large recliner with her arms resting to her side.I stood there taking in the sight of her. She had round plump boobs with small dark nipples. She had a dark tan with very defined tan lines and her bush was trimmed. I had. I leaned down and cleaned her up the best I could with my tongue having no aversion to my own excretions after they have been mixed with sweet little girl juices. I then held her own panties to her pussy for a few minutes to absorb any that may still be escaping her. The panties actually became fairly saturated in the process. I then leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and said, you better get back now, before your mom starts looking for you. A look of alarm came instantly to her. It sounds way hotter. Now, we got to talk about prices. So, what would you ask for a blowjob? Or striptease? Or if a guy wanted to fuck?" She asked these questions so quickly, that I barely understood her."Well, for a blowjob I was thinking $10, striptease would maybe be $5, and a fuck would be...maybe...$20?" The look on Michelle's face told me that every single word I had just said was totally wrong."Oh God, honey, no! you're a fresh, tight, juicy little 18 year old! You also live near some. .(thwap!) Something hard landed on his head and he jumped up brushing his hair thinking some seagull had just shit on him. But his hands were clean. He looked around at this lunch, now on the grass and his water bottle tipped over and spilling slowly out on the bench. There was also something else...there was, a device?It looked like a step counter, or a kitchen alarm clock? It had a tiny LCD screen and three keys on it. It might be a kind of "pager", wasn't that a thing? If it was it was.