Her loose v-necked sweater had opened just enough to flash a little cleavage as she bent over, and her history lesson was once again grounded by teena...e hormones. Little was a very relative term. Her breasts measured as 38-D, huge on her tiny frame, and though she covered them with loose blouses and sweatshirts, it seemed a neverending game at Fieldings Academy among some of the more licentious boys to see just how they could get her to inadvertently flash them. Fucking tits, she thought with. I nervously laid down and Glen grabbed some oil and started massaging my shoulders. I quickly relaxed because he was very good at his skill. I get massages often and know a good masseuse when I feel them. Other than being completely naked and uncovered, all felt normal. He eventually worked his way down my body. He was working my glutes and upper legs and really getting in there but still, nothing I haven't experienced before. Then, while working on my upper thigh, his hand rubbed my balls. He. What time he worked in the morning. Whether her parents slept in the same room. He even managed to ask in which room her mother and father slept. Yes, he wanted to make sure the girl was safe – but he wanted the answers to his questions, too. He wanted to know where she lived.Evidently, he hadn't been as careful as he thought. As Whiskey got out of the car, she turned to look at him. "You're going to do something to my Daddy, aren't you?" She asked quietly, staring at his eyes. "You're going to. Feeling better I went looking for my phone. The living room was a mess, the table was turned over and so was the sofa. Man what a trip I thought, what the Hell did I do with my clothes.My phone was dead so I plugged it in and took a shower my pussy felt squishy and when I rinsed it I swear I saw a blue tinge to the water.What the actual fuck? Suddenly I had to jump on the toilet as my gut clenched, almost afraid to look but I did there was blue in there. I flushed it and got back in the shower..