"Hoping I wouldn't upset Lucy, I asked excitedly, "How does he masturbate you, Lucy?" You know," she replied nervously, "He puts his hand up my school...skirt and fingers me through my gym knickers." "And what colour are your gym knickers?" I asked then, hoping that maybe she'd be wearing them then."Blushing bright red, Lucy almoct whispered, "Navy blue, Mr Collins." Are you wearing them now?" I continued.It became obvious that Lucy was slowly gttting turned on as all she could manage to do was. I have not been seeing any other girl since you left me," I confessed."Talk is cheap Barry. I thought you love me..." she shot straight at me."I do love you. Look. Tell me where you are. I will leave my house right now and come meet you where you are. What is the train station in your area?" I knew I was desperate."Why didn't you stick up for me when your mom, aunt and sisters called me a tramp. You know how much they hate me," Megan using emotional blackmail."That was then," I cried.4 months I. . wh ... what are you doing?” I began gently nuzzling her vagina with my nose and she tensed slightly “Michael ... oh God ... are you sniffing me! Don’t smell me like that ... it’s embarrassing.” I then began licking her folds and she drew a deep intake of breath. As I got more into it, she moaned “Mmmmm ... Michael ... oh ... oh ... that’s sooo bad.” She put her hands on top of my head and weakly attempted to push me away, but I then circled her clitoris with my tongue and she responded with a. The world disappeared as the intense sensations heightened, sharpened and poised, waiting an eternity of seconds before exploding in a shameful disgusting display. My motor controls vanished, replaced by twitches and jerks as my eyes closed in whiteness. My limbs trembled and shook, spastic and out of control. I was screaming. Lightning shot through me, hot and white and terrifying and my bladder released in a flood of shame and relief, the horror of it tweaking my release just that much more,.