This is Sophie’s story. ** Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed – let alone g...ing to school. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth – the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At just sixteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth. If there is anything. But, I've never gotten off twice like I just did from being eaten out. Oh, I'll just never get enough of this."Oh, this is so wonderful. I can't wait until tomorrow. Oh, Dad, I want you inside me so bad. I hope you want me. You do want to make love to me don't you?"He raises up for a second, and says, "Oh, Tam, I'll get them first thing in the morning and we can fuck all weekend," then drops back down to begin gently sucking my clit as he slides a finger up into me.He said we'd fuck all. I find that she’s rubbing her thighs together with one her hands in between them and the other squeezing her breast. I can smell her juices and it’s driving me insane. You’d think this lead to somewhere but it won’t. No, all this means is that we’re staying at the motel that coming up. And now that we’re closer to it I can say for sure that there are few women there that are nice and clean. To be honest I’m immune to most STD’s especially the heavy hitters, I was modified that way, but healthy. I still live at home with my parents. I will probably emerge from the proverbial closet one day, but I’m not ready yet. The big disadvantage, of course, is that I can’t take any guys home with me. Well not like that, I mean.I took a gulp of my Carlsberg, not quite sure how to react to the surprise disclosure. Adrian’s next remark caused me to splutter the lager down my shirt. “So Bob, if you need a blow job, then I could oblige you. Adrian said it in a way that could be dismissed as a joke, but.