Unsure of what is going to happen, yet wanting it to happen, whatever it is going to be. The stuff I dream about for sure, I can feel my cock swelling...as I walk down the street. I put my hands in my pockets, hoping no one notices, as I walk a bit faster.*I come up to a Cape Cod style house that matches the address Miss Smith gave me. It's a Colonial Blue color with white shutters and a red door, stereotypical New England style. I walk up to the door and stand there a moment. I can hear some. "Put it on for me?" You ask and after a few tries Sam gets the bracelet on your wrists."There. Promise you won’t take it off?" Sam asks softly and she's the one that's getting all gushy but you say nothing as she takes your hand and twines your fingers together."Never. Ever." You whisper just before Sam leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. She pulls away and you lick your lips and smile."You taste like root beer." You whisper leaning in to kiss her again and Sam laughs into your mouth. .. but the idea of admitting that she had screwed up is still confusing enough to her that to actually apologize for it might cause her to have a most unlady-like nervous breakdown, so don't push for it ... at least for right now." How is your shoulder? It's ... different, seeing you in clothes. Was that dress from Ayleth? It's pretty and it quite becomes you ... especially your eyes." My shoulder is healing at last and it probably now itches more than it hurts. Whatever your gléaman friend put. No juices were going to be wasted; Not on Elmira’s watch. While rubbing her own unattended pussy, she licked up the young man’s cum in repeated down up motions that prolonged Jessie’s climax.Jessie was insatiable though. She wanted it all. Everything she had ever craved for. She had waited for so long, denying herself the pleasures of youth for undeserving parents and some godless priests. Today she wanted it all. All. She wanted all those things she had heard about some many times from her.