"That's Sandra's room there," Bobby said, motioning to the door on the right side of the hall. "This is mine on this side. Each has its own bath. Well... they do now since we remodeled them," she corrected. "The plumber helped us set the commodes, but we did the rest of the plumbing and carpenter work ourselves. We're beginning to have a real assortment of power tools. A lot of men would be jealous," she finished, grinning.As Bobby was talking, she had begun to open her bedroom door to usher. Not just any old boy. Boys with cars, too!Mary, on the other hand, was a wall-flower. The few times they were allowed to go to dances, no one had ever asked her to dance. Yet she was not too bad looking. But she often risked getting trampled by the rush of boys wanting to ask Hazel to dance. Hazel seemed to exude that certain something, that je ne sais qoi, that caused boys to get lumps in their throat and lumps in their trousers."It's getting late. We really should be going home."Now it was. My tongue then inched up the length of her smooth slit. Her hands pressed my head tightly against her and I released all my oral skills on her. Her pussy was amazing and with her legs squeezing my head, I licked wildly over her sensitive private area. She began squirming, moaning, gasping, and arching her back as I continued licking her slit. When I sucked her clit into my mouth and flickered my tongue over the tip, she arched her back high and squeezed my head like a vise, letting out a long,. "She said, "Louder, so Jerry can hear it," and I realized that the speakerphone was still on. I was completely mortified. She merely smiled, whispered "that's a good boy," and then started stroking me again. She made me repeat it all very loudly. She finally smiled and said over her shoulder to the phone, "Did you get that, Daddy?" He laughed and said, "Yes, I got it all on tape. What a wimp, no wonder you need a real man." Lynn asked him if she could let me get off now. After initially saying.