Cindy gave me my hair lesson the next day, along with advice on getting amanicure/pedicure; "you'll love it--it's one of the ways we girls have offeel...ng and looking special." She also advised me on nail colors that wouldwork with my eyes, my complexion, and my clothes. It was all verycomplicated and very precise. Now there was even more I had to learn fromfashion magazines. (Cindy told me the best ones to buy for that purpose,too.)Then she delved into the mysteries of hair for me. Sure, it's. “At a girl I see you like my kisses.” She was laughing playfully.I started to turn as red as my hair and all aroused out of her was a small laugh.“So how long has it been since you last were with a person?” she asked inquisitivelyI stammered. I couldn’t speak well but I mumbled out “7 years.”She started to kiss me more and more. Her hands moved like silk down my outer thighs.“So I guess you’ve been here diddling yourself for some time now.” She spoke in a mournful and more understanding. At first, all he did was kiss her and play with her breasts. They were at the perfect height to be sucked if she turned at the waist a little to her right, and he did that too, until her sighs and lips told him she was getting excited. Only then did he slide his hand between her legs.His fingers found slippery labia. She was already lubricated. That was good because he wanted as little friction as possible when he pushed his middle finger through her hymen.He did that when she had an orgasm. He. Suddenly, a new taste entered my mouth, rolling itaround on my tongue, it struck me quickly, precum! Ihad to stop before he came in my mouth, ruiningeverything. Exercising my entire supply of willpower IPulled my mouth free. “Baby, I want you in my pussy sobad, please fuck me.” I begged while staring at thecock that would be impregnating me today. My fertilewomb driving me just as much as my taste formanipulating this villain.A groan of disappointment came, but quickly.