"I told Emily we were just fine. And that I'd try to call tomorrow.But I wasn't sure if we were OK or not. As we hung up, I realized for the first tim... in a long time that I was dating a 16-year-old.Chapter 21: An Evening at Susan'sI knew it might create problems, but I need a fresh perspective on things. So I turned to the only person I knew of who might be able to help me out: Susan.She must have been expecting me because she answered the door almost before I was able to knock."So, are you. Shaking free of your thoughts a bit you feel that you need to come up with some smart ass reply lest she question your stare. "Rather not, dunno what diseases I'll get from you." This time Lera lashes out, not so lightly punching you in the arm with an annoyed call, "Jackass, at least I don't dress like I crawled out of the fucking laundry hamper!" You shrug with a smirk still firmly in place, "At least I don't look like I'm wearing half a fox around the back of my neck."For a flash of time you. You know that?” “Yes, I do,” she whimpered. “Fuck me! Please. Fuck me anyway you want. Please, I’m so sorry for this.” “What are you? If you want this, you will tell me what you are.” “I’m…I’m a whore,” she said quietly. The gravity of the situation had finally set in on her. “Good. Get on your back.” She lay back on my bed, and a pushed her legs apart, kneeling between them and without warning, shoved eight, rock hard inches of cock into her, causing her to moan half in delight and half. I slowly pulled them up my shaven legs and smoothed them into place. This was followed by a black lace garter belt, which was attached to the nylon tops. Next I pulled out the silicone breast that I ordered over the Internet. I spray the medical grade adhesive onto the back of each breast before pressing them into place. Minutes later I now had a set of breast that several women that I know would be jealous of. Next I opened the clasp on a beautiful black lace half bra. I quickly but carefully.