‘What if he comes back?’ Looking back at the earth. A shrug. Nonchalance that she doesn’t feel. Then a long sigh. ‘I already chose. I’m h...re. I’m happy.’ A pause. ‘I am, I’m happy.’ ‘If you’re happy, why are you out here? Why are you running?’ Another tear begins its journey down her cheek as she resumes playing with her hair. ‘Because it still hurts. To know that I was wrong. To feel like maybe I wasted…. something. To wonder if I’m wrong now. To feel like I’m permanently trapped. If you were here I would lick your soft shaved pussy, and slowly stick my tongue deep inside of you, probing and searching for the deep recesses of your inner sanctuary, savoring your sweet juices. Moving on to gently nibbling on and tenderly suckling your clit until it becomes a hard little bud.Slowly I pull away and drag my finger up and down your wet slit, gently working my way into the soft folds of your lubricated skin. Feeling my way to the hard nub that I had just removed my lips from,. I'd heard something about saying the alphabet, so I tried that until she directed me back again to her clit. Her moaning was getting steadier, her breathing harder. "Can you tell how hot you've got me?" Mel asked, panting. "Uh, yeah," I mumbled into her pussy. It was getting even wetter than before. "You're doing great... Really. Fucking. Great!..." she said. "Ready for the next thing?" "Sure." "Okay, I want you to put your fingers inside me. Two of them." I did, and returned my mouth to. Holding the bra out to her, he told her, "Put that into the bedroom so it wouldn't get full of paint. When you get back," he said, "We'll put the tee shirt back on you."Dave patted her butt with a gentle love-tap. Megan, turned her head, smiled at him and went into the bedroom to drop off her bra.Megan was a slim girl, approaching 14, most likely not topping more than ninety-five pounds and about five-two. She had a nice soft curve to her widening hips and that lovely flat belly petite teen.