“He smiled at me and I soaked my panties. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Jen assured her grabbin... the wine glass that had been placed in front her. She rose the glass in the air, smiled a huge grin and commented, “You’re just a slut.” “Just because I enjoy sex does not make me a slut,” Leslie said defending herself. “Well, maybe a little. Things started out great in bed with Dan. But after a while we would do the same things and find ourselves in the. She loved to make its round head poke out of its hiding place.She explored on her computer and saw some clits bigger than hers and several of about the same size and shape. Her girl friends had tiny buds or bean-shaped clits, but hers was the only one she knew that was like a little penis. She loved it and wished she could suck it. She and several pre-teen girls her age spent many happy hours sucking and licking each other until their tongues were tired and their faces soaked.When she started. Only wrapped in the towel I went back to my room, grabbed the book snuggled against the top of my bed and started reading.Usually I get wrapped up in a book, get lost in it, am dead to the real world. On one occasion I even had read the whole night even though I had an exam the next day. But not today. Today my mind kept wandering back to the last weekend. I noticed and tried to concentrate again. But I could nearly feel his tongue circling my nipple. Only when I tried to reread the last. They can easily check, so don't you worry about me. You might put a few feelers out to see if he had any enemies that wanted him dead, besides me." Very funny, Harry, but I'll try your suggestion. From what I have been able to find out, he wasn't a very well liked man. The police found half of his bodyguards drugged and unconscious when they responded to an anonymous call, telling them he was dead. Harry, this one has me stumped. Since you weren't here, I have no idea who it was. I did find out.