After all, there’s something called raw talent. I just want to suck this dark, thick beautiful dick of yours now. Let me do it.” I giggled at her...response. She continued to swipe her tongue across my dick, and bobbed her head up and down my shaft. The feeling was incredible, and I managed not to cum only because of the orgasm earlier. Her hands were busy playing with her pussy, and her clit was once again stiff and throbbing. Suddenly she removed her mouth from my cock, looking at me. My face. I want it longer, maybe not REALLY long, but certainly longer. "I got boy's clothes. I am not very big here anyway," I said, touching my breasts, "But if I wear loose boy clothes, I look like a boy. I said I was eleven, you know, before a boy starts to become manly, his voice, his other things..." How did you ... Body functions? Period..." she thought for a second. "Menses?" I played a young boy, very shy, so I go away to perform my functions. I had backpack with supplies. Twice ... two. She had raised herself on her forearms, one of her many-fingered hands resting atop the other as she craned her neck to get a better look at him.Her back was as rough as the trunk of the tree that he was clinging to, covered in overlapping scutes that resembled plate armor, providing her with an incredible amount of protection. The scales on her underside were smoother and finer, more like those of a Valbara’nay, a tiny mosaic with an almost waxy sheen. Her body was so bulky, the breadth of her. It showed the Harrods sign in the background me in my black with an orange belt Warlock costume and my Halloween decked out in satin black pants, orange ruffled blouse and vest topped off with a red cap with white fur.However, there was also a Polaroid and it had been taken from the back from above the lovely brown haired girl that showed down the back of her orange shiny panties at the top at the top of her butt crack. In a third picture taken closer to her bottom you can see her white panty.