What I mean is that I am not perfect. My biggest fault, which I have under control, is the most serious one. I love to start fires. When I was younger... it was a real problem and that is how I got my nickname: Pyro Petey. My name isn't Pete or Peter, it is Robert Smith. It is one of the most common names in America, which can be a blessing or a curse. However, let's go back to my nickname. My brother, William, christened me when I was twelve. The name stuck for a long while, but as I got better. Talking about our other friend Charlotte and her “yummy” dad, as Lolita referred to him, she came up with an idea. She thought it was brilliant and the excitement made her eyes sparkle. We would walk the few blocks to their house on Lake Park Drive in Farmington Hills on the coming Saturday when Charlotte had her weekly karate practice. Her mom always takes her and they never return before midday. And then, she said, we would arrive much earlier and ask Mr. Wheeler if we could wait there until. She had nice thick pussy lips and a clit that plumped as his mouth sucked it. As his mouth sucked her clit his finger rammed her hole making her spasm for him. After fingering her for quite some time he needed to taste her sexy cunt so his mouth moved to her hole and he began to lick the wet hole. Her hips were moving up and down as she could not lay still and he then pushed his tongue up inside her. "Yes, fuck me" she screamed. And his tongue fucked her pussy as she coated him with her. Shehad on a very sexy burgundy blouse and ample cleavage clearly visiblewith the way the shirt was cut although I think about a C-CUP but the brawas sexy and to me seemed as though she loved showing off her wares.Hair, jet black and long put in a pony-tail and beautiful blue eyes.Taller than I was, especially in her high heels. As I am standing theretaking in this vision of loveliness I'm thinking what I would look likein that outfit and how I could be just as tall if I wore my high heels..