Her amazing breast and her luscious ass. She was just to die for, and I couldn't believe she was mine right now. I stared at her and just like that we...began to passionately tongue kiss in her bathroom. Her tongue had pushed my lips apart and where just going away with it. I couldn't believe we were doing this on her sweet sixteen. As we continued to kiss, she got closer to me. Then my penis poked her in the stomach and she broke off. "Well, I did say I would fix this, so let's get started." she. "So, did you figure out what movie you want to see tonight?" Oh, Marge, I'm sorry, I haven't even looked."It was soon obvious that the attempt to disguise her anguish was in vain. "Jen, are you crying?" Marge, I ... I can't help it. Ken and I ... he hasn't even called to tell me he got there safely," she sobbed. "I ... I think I'm losing him, Marge. Oh God, what have I done..." Losing him ... Jen, what the hell ... what do you mean, what have you done? What's happened?" Marge, I've done. She has cute thirty four B cup tits and they are rarely in a bra. This night she wore a push-up bra that formed her tits into sexy little round globes. As we pulled up the driveway at her boss's house I was told to not shadow her because she wanted to fuck her boss tonight. I asked if was going to be allowed to suck her pussy later. She said yes. I knew what was in order because she had put the smallest cage we have on me before I dressed. I like this tiny cage because I'm always aware of it. Yet I sit, mesmerized by the dance. You have turned, and for a moment I am unaware, so lost in the visuals of seeing you, without having done so. It is only when I feel your hands tugging on the belt of my pants, loosening them that I realize, and see the visual now made real as the loveliness of those twin fawns of pleasure dance dangerously close.Automatically, hands reach as though having a mind of their own, but you dance away, your own hands now covering as though a suit of armor had been.