I grabbed it and put the head in. His pants dropped to his ankles and I saw just how big he was. Growing in my mouth it was to hard to continue so I...liked the shaft, under it , sucked the tip and stroked it. I stopped and told him there was no way all that was fitting in me. He just said I'd take what he did fit but first he'd get me ready. He turned me around and sit on the toiled. Facing the door I leaned forward and he fingered me till I accepted 3 fat fingers. Then he put his cock at. " Okay, I'm not eighteen. Let's just say that was what guys fantasize about. You know," then she lowered her voice giving me a mischievous grin, "guys fantasize about fucking teenage girls. That's why you are here with me, right Dan?"In a low whisper, I said, "Not the teenager part so much as the other."She gave me salacious smile knowing what I meant by, the other. After finishing our drinks, I got up from the table and said in a jovial tone of voice, "On to the gold!"She immediately replied,. In the mean time, I think he's going to feel the bite of Millie, Tess, and Emma's tongues quite a bit." Is there anything we can do?" You might try taking him with you tomorrow when you run your traps. Maybe you could have him help you prepare your pelts this morning. Try to keep him busy while he learns we're not the devilish people his father taught him we are." I can do that," I said, nodding. "You're probably right. Keeping him busy sure can't hurt; and keeping him out of the way of the. .. approachable. Suddenly, I’m looking forward to the long flight ahead.“Which school?” showing off my knowledge of the crazy quilt conglomerate of campuses that are CUNY.“Hunter. On 41st Street.”“Then you must be enrolled in the Art School.”Her smile flashes and something thrills inside me. “Yes, in Studio Art. Are you from the City? How do you know so much about CUNY?”“No, no, I’m from Houston,” suddenly aware of my Indian accent, “although I travel to New York frequently. But every educated.