"Now listen here, you pathetic creep, you're going to lick my pussy and your not going to stop 'til I cum all over your face, you got that?" She order...d.I submissively agreed, shyly nodding my head and biting my lip, god I never felt more nervous nor more turned on ever before that.Without hesitating, she squated down over my face and pressed her very wet plump and slightly unkempt pussy to my mouth. I never tasted pussy before, and I was surprised by how hers tasted. It was sweet with a. “This was fun though, can we do this again? I don’t want to be forward.”“No, no. You’re not being forward.”He stood. “What are you doing for dinner tomorrow night?”“I guess I’m waiting for an invitation,” and my inner teenager began mocking me. And rightfully.“Maybe Italian?”I should have just said yes, but my face gave something away.“You don’t like Italian?” he asked.“Oh, no.” I was awkwardness personified. “I love Italian.” I started speaking with my hands, but not on purpose, like my mother. The feelings in her body had certainly started to change. She could now feel a warm sensation in her pure and untainted pussy, particularly when she would put her pillow between her legs at night while she slept. She wondered if the other girls at school also were having these feelings. She wondered if they were still virgins like her. But of course they were, she thought, good Catholic sixteen-year-old girls don’t do that sort of thing. Lolita had just arrived at the ‘All Girls Catholic. “Ben. She was talking about Ben. Says she thinks Ben’s safe.”“I guess it’s done now. Two of you...” he sighed.“We’ll be gentle,” I soothed.“We need to be serious here,” Ben said. “We’re forming a new household with three corners now. There might be friction.”“From time to time,” Bink inserted.“But we LOVE each other and we don’t let things get out of hand or go unsaid until it hurts too much. Bink, I don’t think, you and me, we’ve ever had a fight.”“We haven’t. And we got our Ben now. He’s been.