Burns.“I’m not sure. It felt really, really good.”“I’d be happy to lick you for hours if you’d like,” he said.“No, thanks.”“So, I ...ope it was a good experience.”“Fantastic, fantastic ... I’m not a virgin any more, yippee!”As she got up, Mr. Burns handed her the Plan B and some water to wash it down.“Thanks,” she said.“I’m always available to talk. Or even do it again if you want.”“Oh, that won’t be necessary,” she said.She said “Bye” at the door on the way out, and crossed the two back yards.. "That was about it for our conversation. I settled in to listen to her music, which seemed to consist mostly of songs about honorable women and their cheating boyfriends. We'd been on the road for about an hour when she turned to me and said, "How about some ice cream."Well, I'd had just eaten a big meal, topped off with a big slab of apple pie, so of course my teenage body was ready for more. "Okay, sure," I told her.The signage before the next exit advertised someplace called Jerry's Drive. " Did you act as we discussed you were to act?" Yes Sir." Lil, did you touch yourself? Did you climax and did you cum?"I blinked and exhaled, "No Sir."He looked at me hard and put his fingers between my privates and felt my clit, which had stayed quite a bit more swollen then usual. "You're lying," he said with finality. Of course I am but I don't want to be punished. My heart starts to race and the tingle returns. "What?" I asked. "You're lying. You rarely call me Sir. You would've just said. He kissed me and told me to touch him. It was an invitation I had no intention of refusing. I reached into his elastic waistband and hooked my thumbs into his underwear. With one smooth motion, his erect penis was freed and his shorts fell around his ankles. It was nearly dark in the shed, but I could still see his slender, four-inch penis sticking out in front of him. A plump round sack hung below and I could just make out a small tuft of pubic hair on each side of his shaft. I was shocked at.