I helped her into the shower and she cried softly as I gently washed her body. It wasn't from sadness, but rather it was a release of the emotions we ...ere both feeling. It was a time of intimacy for us that surpassed the playfulness of the night before.As she took the washcloth from me, she traced the scars along my body. Some were faint, old reminders of dead enemies. One was fresh, still red and livid from a knife wound. When she had cleaned all of me but my erect member, she looked up at me. " She paused. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't tell if she was freaked out, pissed or what. She said, "Where do you live? Are your parents home?" I said, "We can sneak into my basement if you're up to it." (Which was set up as a guy hang out.) She responded, "Question is, are you up to it?"I gave her my address and direction and I left. Twenty minutes later, she was tapping on my basement window. I sat her on the pool table and leaned in to kiss her. She stopped me and said, "This is what. He excitedly asked what it was she wanted.She spread her legs in front of him, giving him a view of her glistening pussy. "I want you to do my pussy with your mouth, after you pump me full of your cum. That would feel so good!"She pulled him close, and his penis ached to make its way inside her pussy. He wanted to plunge in and thrust repeatedly, filling her insides with his manhood and then burst forth, ejecting his seed within her."Chrissy - I kind of want to, but what if... what if I just. After releasing her ankles and pulling her to her feet, I draped thecoat over her shoulders and just managed to button the front then cinched thebelt around her waist over the empty sleeves. I wrapped the head square looselyover the helmet, knotted it under her chin and pulled up the coat collar. I pushed her back to sit on the bed while I took a last look around to makesure there was no indication of what had happened. As a last thought I alsochecked through the kitchen cupboards and found a.