‘You’re such a modern man. Not every woman is a ‘needy chick,’ you know.’ ‘You’re the only person of the female persuasion who isn’t d...manding.’ ‘Again, with the modern outlook. Who are you kidding, Zane? ‘Female persuasion?’ No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend.’ ‘I told you. Don’t have time, don’t need one, don’t want one.’ Meg scoffed. ‘And you’re one to talk, Meg. When was the last time you talked to a guy above the age of sixteen?’ ‘I don’t need a man.’ ‘You’re just saying that because. ”I laughed and asked, “Really…you’re only thirteen…how can your pussy be better?”Bridgett whispered, “Because you can’t touch her pussy.”By the time that her statement had registered she was gone.I had trouble getting to sleep that night, thinking about my sister.In the morning I looked at her across the table as we ate breakfast. With Mom there I couldn’t say anything. Then we headed in two difference directions for school. Bridgett went to Catholic school while I went to the regular school.. Something like a purr came out of her throat. Then he kissed her taut rim and stroked inside her pussy with his finger. His cock leapt with spasms of longing.He stood and lifted the belt, grasping it by the buckle and wrapping twice around his hand, until the right length of pure strap dangled from his fist. He gripped his cock with the left and stroked his shaft. Sap began dripping from the head."I love you," he said again, but this time it almost sounded like he was saying it to himself. "I. ” He pulled it off and dropped it in the trash. “There is a long list of people that would want to kill me if I knocked you up. My wife would be first in that line.” He sat down and she sat on his lap. Missy had known that Ian was married and it didn’t bother her. She had no misconceptions about what he was to her nor she to him. He was her teacher and she the eager student. From that first time on to the end of Summer Missy would make her way to the pool and end up in Ian’s office. He taught.