I bet you haven't even put your nickers back on, have you?" I lifted her dress and saw that I was right, she was naked under her dress and she sort of...squealed quietly when I pulled her knees apart and said,"I'm going to have a quick taste and give you a preview of what's coming later tonight." And I bent down and ran my tongue the full length of her exposed pussy a couple of times and then stuck it inside of her as far as I could before standing up and lifting her back down to the floor, where. I did. “You want me to check, don’t you?” she smiled. I nodded again. Her hand drifted down past my waist and I looked away in shame, only to have her tell me to look at her. Her fingers lightly touched my inner thigh and stroked me as I stared into her smiling eyes. God, she was gorgeous. Slowly her fingers moved inwards until she stroked two fingers up my slit. My hips bucked violently. “Oh my God, you’re soaked!” she exclaimed, holding her wet fingers in front of my face. “You didn’t know. As the two ran from the house, dad looks at me and starts “now Matthew, son---” “Shut the fuck up dad. YOU FUCKIN R A P E D ME !! I fuckin hate you !” Dad persisted in trying to calm me down---but that wasn't happening. “Matthew, give me that gun son” I responded, still yelling “fuck you dad, and I ain't your son anymore. You lost that last night. And here's what ur gonna do now. I want me a dirt bike. And ur gonna go down to the Honda shop---right the fuck now and get it for me”. Dad. That wasn't it. I just thought how pretty you were, and that if you hadn't been bad-mouthing the Mavericks, every guy in the place would have been all over you."She looked at me for a moment before finally giving me a small smile. "Well, thanks. I guess. But we're still not hooking up." She grinned, thankfully, which took a bit of the sting out of her words."Any time." Wait a minute," she said. "That was the second thing you thought?" Uh huh." I was grinning now."What was the first?" Oh... just.