”“Still weird to me.” Molly replied, her shoulders hunching in. “Ooookay… so are you going to buy your own?” I pressed her.“Didn’t bri...g my wallet.”“Well then.” I threw up my hands in a gesture. “Tell me what your favorite flavor is or I’m going to have to guess.”“I don’t want this.” Molly told me.“Do you want ice cream?” I asked her simply.She slowly shifted to face me, a pout on her face. “Nyeh.” she murmured.“So yes. Fine. Want to owe me?”“I don’t like owing people money.” she rebutted. Ask Chris. I bet Gwen didn't tell you that she caught us today. Did she tell you? We were on my bed and I was on hands and knees while Chris put his prick into me from behind. I really liked that-I'd never screwed that way before. We could do that, if you want to. I'll do anything."No, no, no," he said, over and over, trying to shut his ears against the silkily erotic insistence of her voice. She was tantalizing and provocative, and he could smell the young-girl fragrance of her, mixed as it. For some years I had contemplated fucking a girl but there had never been any girl that I'd been close enough to, to even kiss. All I had was my imagination and a dirty magazine that had been discarded in the woods.L'ncze came and kissed me several time when her parents had left. "I must make your breakfast and then clean you and dress those wounds that still need dressing. I've a few house chores to do as well but they shouldn't take long and afterwards we can talk and things." I thanked her. Mike: I bet you taste fucking delicious Janice stared at the screen and swallowed heavily. Her and Mike's conversations had been getting more…erotic as of late. She didn't really know how to take any of it. She squirmed in her chair, feeling the all too familiar rush of heat between her legs at his words. Biting her lip, she leaned forward and continued to type. Janice: My thighs would suffocate you. Mike: …oh my god are you trying to kill me? Janice: No really, they would. Your head.