She goes to school, goes home, goes to school, goes home. She no longer plays or talks to anyone.InterferenceOne afternoon in late October, about an h...ur after school has ended for the day, Gordie fronts up at Melody’s home. He rings the doorbell. She answers the door and refuses to let him in.He gives her a hard stare, then he pushes past her. The house isn’t quite a mess. It’s clear Melody has done the best she knows how to do to keep it clean and tidy. There’s no rubbish lying about, nor. She had really nice boobs with big brown nipples, a flat stomach, and she had shaved her pubic hair.“You shave?” I asked.“I like it this way,” she said. “Is there a problem?”I laughed, “No, just most of the girls I’ve seen don’t shave.”“How many HAVE you seen?” she asked.“Dozens in the sauna.”“You use it naked?”“With our family and some of the ‘cousins’ and their parents.”“The ‘cousins’?”“Kids of my dad’s closest friends. One of the women, who I call ‘aunts’, shaves and it really annoys my. Grandpa moaned when I sucked hard on it.Enjoying myself immensely I cupped his hairy balls in my hand. They hung low and heavy, having warmed up a little. The cool pool water had made them contract and pull up into the body. Then with enthusiasm I took his cock deeper into my mouth and let the head rest against the roof of my mouth as I licked the underside of it.I sucked harder, and more of his slimy cock-fluid stuck to the roof of my mouth. I went further down on him, tasting the slimy. Just to prove it to them, the group of girls and I went into the room. Steve's people had done a good job on it. One bed was unmade. There was the deodorant I used, toothpaste, a tooth brush and open bar of soap in the bathroom. A towel was thrown on the floor beside the toilet and the bathmat was on the floor outside the tub. In the closet was an open laundry bag with a jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, socks and boxers.I turned to the snotty girl and puckered up.Damn if she is going to play this.