The work was labor-intensive and my tongue was feeling fatigue, so I reached between my thighs and pushed the missile’s side-mounted booster engine ...gainst my launch button to give me energy. That done, my button felt vibrantly alive! I felt the rocket’s powerful engines shake my silo mercilessly as I lashed away at Louise’s button. Suddenly I felt her little finger find and push my swollen launch button down against that terrible tickling booster. In a matter of seconds, my slippery silo. She asked if I would like to come round to her house that evening and she would take me through the algebra stuff. I remembered what Marie had said about being alone with Lisa, and said, "I don't really know my way about the city yet, Lisa, would it be better if you came to my place this time?" Sure, where is it you live?" Oooh, the posh end," she laughed when I told her the address, "OK, I can come over on my bike, it's not far. I'll do my other homework and see you about seven, all right?"In. .. I was distraught. Still needing cock so bad I responded to a couple ads I thought were fakes. One was a 22 year old bear who’s cock was way to big to be real. He was really eager though so I decided to meet him and headed out just 20 min after starting to chat with him. I got to his place and made my way to the basement suite entrance. I was fully dressed and in my wig with just a hoody and sweat pants coving my little schoolgirl outfit I’d chosen to wear. I knocked and he opened the door. Trent simply laid a hand on them and so very gently began to fondle me. I could not repress the urge to squirm slightly nor could I wrench my eyes from what he was now doing to my nipples. “If this isn’t the most arousing moment of my life,” I was thinking. I needed him to suckle me.Manouevering Trent’s face to within inches and by arching my back slightly, nature’s own blueprint for survival took over. As I felt his mouth latch back on to that which his own regressed memory was now recalling.