We had found an old abandoned house right on the edge of an avocado grove; it had a mattress on the floor of the living room. Since the first week of ...chool, we made it a point to stop there every day and we would have sex. It was safe, it was out of the way, and we thought no one knew about it. Boy were we wrong it was fall, and still nice out. The way my dad was I was raised to wear only dresses and skirts (no pants or short were ever allowed) So by choice, I was one of the few girls that. Fortunately, it didn't. Tamara admonished him over dinner when he muttered "Poopy dog!" a little too loudly and that was the end of it within our hearing. He might have repeated it to himself while he did the dishes, but if so, he was making enough noise banging the dishes around that we couldn't hear.This was fine, because it meant he also couldn't hear us. Tamara and I spent a little time chatting about her classes and about some of my efforts at work first and then I caught her up on the. It was hot and damp. The touch of her finger on the firm fleshy lips, sent a strange sensation of pleasure through her small body. She almost flinched with the feeling.She thought of the book and the pictures and of her father. The men in the pictures had such large things. She wondered if her father's stood up like theirs and if it was as big. She remembered a picture of a woman with a man's thing in her mouth and wondered if her mother did that to her father. She wondered how it felt and how. She pushed me back down and pressed her clit against my mouth. For a few seconds, just to tease her I continued my avoidance. Then I flicked the tip of my tongue across it's little head."Oh fuck yes!" she cried as she bucked against me.I slid two fingers into her amazingly tight and soaking pussy, which she gripped with incredibly strong vaginal muscles. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit and moved left and right."Oh God, yes, yessss, fuck, fuuck, fuuuuuuck!" she groaned as her.