She followed some examples seen during the night, and pushed her breasts close together. She bent her head a little and licked at the valley between h...r breasts. More and more money rained onto the stage, and as Wanda fell onto her back and split her legs wide apart, the song stopped. The men howled. They screamed. They clapped, louder than they had for anyone else that night, professionals included. Wanda collected her clothes and had started to head offstage when the DJ told her to go get her. He had brown eyes, a large nose and an untrimmed brown beard. He looked like the guys from Duck Dynasty were his role models. He had a brown winter hat, a Carhartt coat, jeans and brown boots on. "No, sorry. But if you buy some I can jump your car." "Well the thing is... I sort of spent all my money." "Don't you have a credit card?" "No... I'm only sixteen." "Oh." He pondered for a minute. "You're out too late, you know." "Yeah, I know. That's why I need to get home before a cop comes." He. We both smiled to each other. I took her sleeveless black top from the floor, which was just beside of the couch and pulled that down from the gap of her head, tried to putt that on her. When she was adjusting her top down my hands reached to her boobs, I made them touch. Then I pinched those nipples and fondled her boobs at last. Mom was watching us, so she laughed. I felt little shy, might she also, and we broke eye contact. Next she slid her high heels and left from there by saying “Bye. He would ring or text me, arrange to see me and then either meet me somewhere, or pick me up from my house. The sex continued to be amazing, but he never spent the night with me. He always had an excuse to go home and as time went on, it began to bother me more and more. Looking back, I know I should have seen the signs — but hindsight is always a wonderful thing isn't it?Eventually I asked him why he would never spend the night with me. We were sat languidly on the back seat of his car in a.