I guess you don't want to be friends with a little middle school nerd though, huh?" Wow, she really was only 13. She had a body and face of a much old...r teenager, and she seemed to be more mature than I remember most 7th graders being. I noticed her face going flush with red."Oh no, I wouldn't mind. I can help you find your way around this little town, maybe take you somewhere uptown later, if you want. Considering there's not much else to do, unless you want to party with the rednecks." She. In a few seconds he unloaded into my mouth, pushing my head down and holding it there as the cum trickled down the backof my throat. His breathing was heavier now and he relaxed his body, still saying nothing. He moved his hand off the back of my head,but I knew better than to move off of his penis. I laid still, running my tung along his still hard shaft and sucking on it lightly.He made me lay there for a few minutes doing this, telling me how much I liked his cock and how much I loved to. She leaned on the counter, giving him a show of her endowments and that just went to fluster him all the more.“I never said what I was hunting now, did I,” he replied, struggling to meeting her gaze, while fighting the sexual urges his body kept sending him.She could see he wasn’t going to give her a straight answer and let the matter drop. Her eyes lit when she spotted the pommel of Bloodrend and asked what kind of sword he used. “That pommel looks familiar. What is it, and who made it,” she. The idea was that he would give me her phone number, and I would text her (from a secret pay as you go phone) as effectively a wrong number and hope to engage her in chat. So I texted her something like "Thank you for a wonderful night last night, I had a terrific time and hope to see you again soon" and waited to see whether she took the bait.Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice.