.I'm a virgin.” She whimpered, looking at him pleadingly. Rebecca...a virgin? The delightful idea hadn't even crossed his mind, with how expertly sh... sucked cock and how many guys she had dated in high school. “Are you, indeed? I'll know if you're lying.” He threatened, still in disbelief. “I really am, sir. I never went farther than, you know, a blow job...”Tears were forming in her eyes, though he could tell the strong, confident 19 year old was trying not to appear weak. “I suppose you shall. Considering the massive head ache I always woke up with after a night of crying, I’m pretty sure that those health benefits must be completely made up. If it does seem like I’m unusually used to crying, I have to say, that is actually the truth. My mother used to say that ‘my emotions always ran high’ and used to lecture me about ‘not wearing my feelings on my sleeve’ and for years I tried to keep myself buttoned up, but in the end I just let myself be me. Being me is usually quite fun. I’m. I knew that even he had feeling for me but none of us confessed. So the main incident took place last summers when we had a reunion party at one of our common friend's place where I saw him after a year after leaving school. He was looking very cute that day dressed up in formal clothes.Both of kept exchanging glances and smiles with each other when he finally came to me for a chat. We both started talking how we used to in school and really gelled well together. He seemed to flirting too much. Samantha then stopped, waked over to a large cabinet and retrieved a green bottle; with a cotton bud she smeared the smallest of drops on Phoebes clit. The effect startled Nichole; Phoebe went rigid pissed herself and then began to tremble; It was a full five minutes before Phoebe’s body relaxed.Samantha eyes and Phoebe’s met?Phoebe, this is your last chance to bring the pain to the end by forming the O with your fingers, I strongly advise you to take it.Phoebe’s stared up at the ceiling and.