..” Claire jumped on hearing the booming voice, her eyes shot up briefly to look at the young man… boy’s face. With a slight shrug of her should...rs, she shed the crisp uniform shirt. She could feel her whole body burn with embarrassment but the itch in her vagina deepened. She thought that he probably calls it a pussy, or even a… a… cunt. She felt the muscles in her vagina tightened and pulsate when she silently muttered that previously unspoken word. “40E… fucking hell… lose the bra Mrs.. Anthony. Let's just ... go ... somewhere ... and you can ... be my first ... okay? Make a ... contract ... with my blood ... okay? You ... I want you." I can't do that, Aims," I answered, now shaking a bit myself from the excitement of the offer."Why?" she said, looking up into my eyes like I'd pulled a knife on her or something, and was threatening to stab her in the heart.I kept on caressing her, though I should have stopped."Because you're too small, and I'm too big, first of all. It would. One of them was a girl, too restless. I think that made her different to get another’s look. She hunted my eyes too. Everyday I used to see her running, jumping, smiling. I don’t know why it made me so happy, although, I never thought of love about it at all. I loved to stare at her from afar, but I could never look at her whenever I tried to see her closed. There was something in her face that used to dazzle my eyes like a burning sun. Within a few days I realized, I’ve already been addicted. "You've got the body of a twenty year old mum"She giggled and bent to kiss me,"Rubbish darling and you know it is, but keep telling me anyway" Then her lips touched mine in a kiss, she tasted of the alcohol and moaned softly as I snaked my tongue between her teeth."No darling" she breathed into my mouth, "We shouldn't, it's wrong" What's wrong about it mum?" I asked as I stroked the flesh of her thigh just above the top of her stocking,She didn't pull away though, not even when I moved my hand.