A couple of boys walked by, but I think they had dismissed our embrace as normal girly playfulness. We didn’t speak for about a minute. Gemma had on... hand on my knee and we just stared into each other’s eyes. I don’t think either of us knew what to say. We had already said it with our lips. “Wow!” She said, eventually. “Double wow!” I said. Gemma smiled sweetly. Her top two buttons had come undone in our embrace and I had a peek of her white cleavage. She looked down and appeared to be faintly. "where are you going, lady?" asked the boy I had boarded on the bus. "I am going to visit my uncles" - showing him the address on the paper he was carrying with me. "you can come with me, i live close by" - he declared, motioning for me to follow him. To paraphrase Charles Bukowski, "dying is not bad. Being lost is bad", and being lost was how I felt, so I went after him.As we were walking, my insecurity gradually grew."where are we going?" I asked with nervousness in my voice."Let's take a. Give Brenda a call at (123) 456-7890" The ad said, and it had the picture of a blonde hottie, with her face blurred, wearing almost nothing, showing a trim youthful body with a great ass.I called the number, supposedly talked with 'Brenda' and made an appointment. I live out on the plains, so I had to drive a couple of hours to get to their location, which was in a private house about an hour north of Denver, right off I-25 in a suburban addition. There really wasn't any city close by, so it. " The men in the room chuckled and Teddy blinked. I thought he would cry again. He took a deep breath and his slender chest expanded, nipples riding high. Such pretty little teen tits. Some of the guys in the room were already jerking off through their pants. I mean, the kid was sixteen, the most sensitive and delicate age for a boy of all. The age when every boy wants to prove he is a man. Teddy swallowed and said in a voice much too quiet for my pleasure, " I'm pretty.