“Did you have a girlfriend at 14, Danny?” he asked as we were drying our hands off with a towel.“No, there were girls I liked but I didn’t hav... the guts to actually talk to one them until I turned sixteen. Then, because I got on the tennis team, suddenly girls seemed to be everywhere, flirting, batting their eyes – all of that girly stuff.”“BOYS, DINNER!”We left the bathroom and Davey said, “Thanks for the talk, Danny?”“We’ll talk more after dinner OK, girls are a very complicated subject and. I-" I stumbled out my apologies only to recieve a short sharp slap across my face. She then took the key to the cuffs out of her skirt pocket and released my arm."Stand up!" She demanded. I stood up with my head bowed down."God you look a mess, girl. Go home, clean yourself up, and come strait back here, is that understood?" She drilled."Y-yes Ms. Anything for you." I replied."Uh!" She shushed me putting her finger to her lips, "Don't speak unless I say you can, you must only nod your head, got. I removed my fingers from her vagina, brought them to my face and inhaled her private smell. one by one I licked and savored each finger. Her eyes widened as this act made my cock even harder. I was wild with desire and had to finally devour this woman's pussy. I repositioned myself between her legs, slid my hands up her skirt to hold her butt, and buried my face into her womanhood. I kissed, licked, lapped, and sucked her entire pussy, up,down, left, right, in, and out - sometimes fast,. She told me that she thought of it for a long time. She thought it wouldn't hurt her principles in life that the man she marries will be the man to touch her. All I did was grope her boobs just a few strokes. It was so soft and firm. I could sense her uneasiness and her face looked drunk. I asked her what was wrong. She told that it felt good. I would want to do it again but I don't want be abusive.The next thing I thought of was for me to touch her pussy. She wouldn't let me. With just a.