I did have tears streaming down my face. I felt so fucking lost.When I pulled the candy cane colored pickup into the parking lot Wilson came out to gr...et me. "Are you alright? You sounded depressed," he said."Wilson, I'm always depressed," I replied with what I felt was candor."No you are not, you depress other people," he said."I need to get back into my routine. I don't function as well outside a routine as I thought," I replied."It's just afternoon, I can pull the boat out and we can go. The light is blinding at first, but soon my vision clears and I see her standing over me. She has removed her bra and panties now, and stands there with her hands behind her back. She gives me a wicked grin and gets on the bed. At first I think she is about to lower herself onto my cock, but instead she sits at the foot of the bed and places her legs on either side of mine. She shows me her hands from behind her back and in one I see a vibrator, the other holds a set of anal beads.She takes the. . um ... I was thinking we could try kissing like the big kids do. Like they do in France.”Now it was the little girl’s turn to go wide-eyed.“French kissing?” she asked, and then immediately felt like an idiot because of course that was what he was talking about. “With our mouths open and using our tongues?” Again, she felt stupid. What the hell else did “French kissing” mean?Paul was nodding like a bobble-head doll. “Yes, yes exactly,” he told her. “Now, I don’t know if we’ll like it, I mean. ." The words died in her throat. She groaned softly.Scott and John continued to watch her as they licked their dry lips lustily. "How does it feel now?" Scott said edging closer.Nena's breathing was quick, and shallow. "It ... it ... it ... feels good, but ... please ... don't humiliate me any ... more." She began to suck in her lower lip.Mark knew she was losing control. The entire weight of her breasts were now suspended by her hard, stiff, elongated nipples. Perspiration beaded on Nena's.