He tasted warm and a little bit salty, but not unpleasant as Id been told by other girls whod given their boyfriends head. He gasped and took a small ...tep toward me, nudging his tip against my lips. I opened my mouth and slid it along his cock, bobbing my head gently back and forth. As I gained in confidence, I took him deeper until my nose nestled in his pubes and my tongue lapped at his balls. His balls were swollen and obviously full to the brim of hot cum… and I planned to milk them. It was just another reminder of the day and her change of status.As a child, she could almost dress as she wanted. While she was restricted to skirts and blouses, the skirts could be short and the blouses brief. She could run and play with her arms and legs bare and no one would think twice.Today, though, it all changed. For all of her life, she’d barely noticed the subtle change of night into day, the constant heat only marginally less in the greater darkness. She was all too aware of it now.. “uhhhhhhhhhh uh uh UHHH!!! Damn baby…shit I ain’t know you could eat pussy like that.” Carmen lays her soft, warm body next to mine and we fall asleep with her in my arms. When I awake in the morning I watch Carmen sleep for a while before I begin to trace her soft lips with my finger. I move close to her and kiss her tenderly on the lips. She awakes and I see her beautiful smile yet again. I begin to realize that I love her. I look into her eyes and just as I am about to tell her how I feel. .”“Yup ... intact.”“No wonder you have issues.”“Let’s get wet.”We walked by the office ... me in my grannie suit and Angie in her nothings. Art saw us walking... “Hey. Arm bands.” He held up a pair of colored straps.We detoured to the office and allowed Art to band us.“There’s no cops ... Let me get you a couple of beers.”“We’re under age.”“When will you be 18?”“That’s right! Wyoming is 19!” I said.“You didn’t know?” Angie asked.“I grew up in Montana. In the colonies the drinking age is what.