“What? I asked.“Uh huh, the girl said. Lots of girls do it.”I looked at her, and then glanced down at Angie, who was so obviously enjoying the c...ck in her mouth. Hmm hmm, she said to me sweetly.I pulled my camera back out to capture some nice close-up shots of this lovely young blonde, while continuing to listen to her cousin.“They’re called cheerleader sperm-eaters or bleacher whores’, and they’re at every game.“She’s a prostitute? I gasped, glancing down at Angie, who continued to bob her. I found her in the lounge doing some ironing. She had her back to me and was facing the window looking into the road outside.She was wearing a dressing gown which was tied at the waist in a loose bow. Where she was standing left very little room between her, the ironing board and a large armchair meaning I had to squeeze by her to get into the room. As i pushed by I jokingly tickled her waist and said ‘ Come on you old tart, I havent got the whole day’ I knew that she was extremely ticklish and. I helped keep her car running (she had been 16 for half the year now), and she paid me orally. She never let me go any farther than returning oral favors. But that kept me from exploding, and she was creative. She’s kind of a car chick. She liked fast cars. More a tomboy than a girly girl. So when she showed up to go to the movie, last Friday, in a miniskirt, thigh highs and an almost non-existent tee shirt, I know something, other than my trouser snake, was up. She wanted to go see a chick. Suddenly Casey was wet again. Luckily her nude body was resting upon a towel. Why was her pussy always getting wet at awkward moments? Why was she always so horny? Was there something wrong with her? Was she growing into a bad girl? Casey absentmindedly flipped through channels on the television in her mom's bedroom as she sat naked on her towel at the foot of the bed. She settled on a hip hop music video full of women dancing in next to no clothing, shaking their ample thong-clad.