“My turn,” he said intensely, grabbing her panties and pulling them off of her. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, dark curly hairs in front and perfec...ly smooth lips. She whimpered as he stroked her slit slowly, feeling the wetness that had pooled there. His fingers found her hard clit and began massaging it. She gasped then bit her lip. “It’s ok,” Jack growled. “I want to here how good I make you feel. Please baby moan for me.” He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue dancing around her clit,. . lack of something. She closed her eyes and gave a short laugh."I don't know if he really knows about a clitoris." What a thought.It was if his hands, his face and his cock all seemed to be at the right place at the wrong time. Not once had she even come close to an orgasm with him. Three months.Oh, he excited her. Elevated her sexually until she felt great. But she didn't want to feel great. She wanted to explode in his face and on his cock with a vocal and physical exuberance that the whole. Now she was alone, the money in her pocket to pay for the abortion. Her father had given her specific instructions on how to get to the clinic, but Marianne was nonetheless frightened to be on her own.When the bus pulled in to the Millersburg bus stop, the wide eyed young woman got off and began the twelve block walk to the clinic. Along the way she was amazed at the size and height of the buildings. Back home there were no buildings over three stories and most of them quite modest in size.. They arrived among the group and Becky seemed eager to get thisover with."Ok, you're eager to tell me something about Michael. That there is somereason to why he should sit at a girl's table." Well, if you put it that way," said Emma. "But I want you to swear withyour pinky first." And if Louise is going to be listening in, I say she should take theoath too," said Maddy."What's all this about?" asked Becky. "Why the pinky swears?" Because what we are about to say, we want you to keep it.