Carla told the guy still raised up in her hands, "She means you might get lucky-once you're a babe!" "Babe?? I can't be a babe. Only guys like-" Sudde...ly, Carl took the threat seriously.+++He could hear a commotion from outside. It was still just a commotion by the time fair-skinned 5'10", 170 lb teen had opened the front door. "What's going on?" The golden hair that came down towards his shoulders could almost be imagined to be naturally curly. He had on a fairly tight scoop-necked vertically. Lots of time for me to show you what you have been missing out on. Hell, by the time we leave this place, I may be seeing you brought into the station by the Vice Squad!" I said.Missy moaned around the cock moving in and out of her mouth. She liked the idea that this wasn't going to be just a one-time good time thing. We had gotten close living together in this safe house - unable to get away from each other for more than a few minutes, except at night when we would go to our separate rooms.But. The smell of her sex was both pungent and sweet. I thought to myself that watching this young and eager pussy impale my man?s love rod may be the most erotic thing I would ever witness. As best I could, I prepared myself to remember in detail every moment of the experience.I took Jeff?s cock into my hand. It was extremely hard and very warm to the touch. I could almost imagine soft whiffs of steam coming off his head?the type you see spewing from manhole covers in alleys in low budget. Heck, by the time I was twelve and actually became interested in girls, I knew more about their bodies than most of them ever would. And so, totally versed in the mechanics, but knowing nothing of the social process, I proceeded to embark on the journey of adolescence.To say I was a failure would be an understatement. If you think I'm exaggerating, try imagining the average nineteen year old woman's response to a pimply thirteen year old attempting to ask for a date. Now imagine that thirteen.