You see I trusted the younger teenage boys a lot more because they would stop having sex with me if they started hurting me. They were my friends and...so if I asked a boy to stop he would stop but the daddies never did.The daddies never listened to us girls. They just kept doing whatever they were doing to us younger girls when their things were inside of our naughty spots. They would always tell us to, ‘shut up and just take it and it will soon be over when I cum inside of you.’ Sometimes. I glanced over to see my friend adjust the bulge in his jeans. Ellen pulled her mouth off my shaft and grabbed it at the base with one hand, holding the head to her lips and smearing pre-cum around her mouth. Her other hand slid lazily up Dave's leg to his crotch and she stroked the bulge there. "Poor Dave," she smirked, "did I do that?" Her tongue flicked out and circled the head of my cock before playing underneath while she stared at Dave, stroking him and gripping his trapped shaft. I heard. She bought some fruit to get them by until lunch. She had their traintickets safely tucked in her purse. If all went smoothly, they would be atthe border by lunch. She could already taste what would be her first mealin the States, a Big Mac with fries and a large diet coke.As she was about to return to their room, a roadside vendor caught her eye.He had a large selection of hand carved items for sale or barter. She spentseveral minutes perusing the carvings. One phallic shaped carving. . you know a ten minute rub down then wanting to fuck" she laughed and i laughed too. we laughed it off when i had a thought "Sar you only wore that dress there what did you wear for the massage?" "nothing" she said pretty brazenly... then backtracked "i had a towel over my middle of course i don't think you booked me in for THAT kind of massage did you" i laughed in my head (yes id sign you up for THAT kind of massage weekly if i could quite figure out if you want it or just playing with me.