" Hey, Heather, that's not fair! You were the one who asked what I thought I was doing under the covers that night. Can I help it if it made you as ho...ny as me?" It did not make me horny, it was when you pressed those pretty new teenage titties to me, when you kissed me, and when you groped my own — that’s what made me horny and you damn well know it." You tell that story how you want to, I'll keep telling the truth!" You wouldn't know the truth if it bit you on the ass." Which you did later. After a bit of awkward smalltalk (about the weather -- I'd told her where I lived, a sufficiently large metropolitan area that I had no worries she'd imagine it was her brother).After a little while, though, she suddenly volunteered that she felt like she needed to explain what had so upset her, and what had caused her to want to stop. So she began to tell me what had happened.Lissa, her daughter (who, she explained via IM, had just turned 14 -- another one of those eerily confirming personal. That was delightful - caressing my soft, wet, warm pussy and looking at myself in the mirror. Yes, I'm the only witness of this spcectacle together with my imagination. I was losing control, the excitement was taking me high. I closed my eyes, the moves were significantly faster when I touched the right button, deep inside. No more moaning, one long scream resounded in the room and the feeling of more wetness on the floor from an intense squirt. Oh no, I messed up the floor again! And then I. Do you think I had those on minutes before that? I would wear those because I was so hoping you would come over and talk to me. Steve never knew how much I had masturbated myself thinking of you and the times when he would get off inside of me, I wished it was you. I couldn’t tell Kelly that I wanted so much for you to get me pregnant and had to keep up the act that I would just go ahead and do it and if it happened, well then I got pregnant. Even when you guys helped me get my first job.