You had little to do until you got old enough and did the only thing you could. You left." I do miss my mamma some." You make yourself a big success t...en you go see her." Is what I'm doing wrong? Living in this apartment and receiving so many gifts?" Nonsense. Put that right out of your head. People meet people all the time. Some of them fall in love, some are just good friends. Poor folk, rich folk and every type in between. It's no sin a poor girl like yourself happened to catch the eye of a. I opened her petticoat and licked her pussy over her panties. I was smelling a hole for the 1st time. I felt that I will get addicted to the pungent smell. I was so much moved by the smell that I tore her panty. She was moaning and begging me to fuck her. But I wanted to smell and taste the hole. I attacked her pussy with my tongue. I pressed her clitoris with my tongue. She was wet. I threw saliva on her pussy and pushed my tongue inside. I was licking as if there is no tomorrow. It was. She wouldn't tell me what it was, but said we had to go to the graveyard of the local church and perform a ritual.So, one Thursday night at dusk we set off. We saw the church spire silhouetted dimly against the darkening sky — there was a half moon (Laura said it should really have been a full moon for the ritual, but that it would have to do). There was a halo around the moon, and clouds scudded across it, while a light wind rustled in the trees.We went into the churchyard, and suddenly it was. Kristen squirted mousse into her palm and then rubbed her hands together. With both hands she scrunched the mousse into her damp hair. Her light brown hair was slightly wavy so sometimes she would add mousse right out of the shower and let it air dry into long spiral curls. She wore very little makeup most days and today was no exception. She brushed on two coats of mascara and smeared gloss on her lips. She threw a few things into her bathroom bag and headed for the door. Kristen opened the.