The message read : "Hey hot_boy, you put up a great show that day. When shall we do it next?"At first I didn't understand what it was. Then I realized...my son had been chatting on the messenger and forgotten to close it. The message was for 'hotboy1990' from an id called 'mjaya4u'. I guessed my son's id was hotboy1990 ( I have changed the original yahoo ids a bit in the story, to protect their identities)I began to wonder what show 'mjaya4u' was talking about but soon I got on with sending the. With my fingers pushing I made it obvious that I wanted her to spread her legs, Very slowly she did so and I was able to place my fingers at the entrance to her vagina.Moving slowly I spread her cunt lips and ran one finger along the warmth of her slit. I found her clit and gently rubbed it watching as she closed her eyes. I went to put my head between her legs so I could taste her and use my tongue, but she pulled me back and made it obvious that she did not want me to do that.I smiled at her. The room was just as he left it a few hours ago, the blankets left out for Richthofen’s use remained folded neatly on the table. His uneaten plate of food and untouched drink still sat in the same place as last night. Nothing at all had changed. The other pilots tumbled in to the room in various stages of getting their uniforms on. They all wore look of shock as well as distress on their faces. Burton stood drumming his fingers on the table, deep in thought of what they should do now, as well. Others took their places. It would be a long morning for her.It went on as each person violating our traffic laws was lashes and placed in stocks for a defined period of time. It was time for the last one. It was a young, pretty girl who looked very scared. Her offense had been speeding, running from the police, and driving under the influence of alcohol. She had only had her license for two months. Her license was revoked for starters. She would have to take the entire series of courses again.