It didn’t seem proper to meet Veronica alone, yet she did want to ask some questions about my church. And we would be outside on bicycles. It seemed...pretty harmless. Yet my mind kept straying to more harmful topics, like the cleavage I had glimpsed this morning. At 2 pm I found myself bicycling into the high school parking lot, half of me wishing Veronica would not show, the other half anxiously looking around for her. I quickly spotted her by the flag pole. She had on very tight bike shorts. Tran and I had popped a couple of my Desoxyn and she had poured some Grand Marnier. The drugs and booze combined to put me into a horny, edgy haze. Tran had found one of her old pre-boob job party dresses for me, and its post boob job replacement for herself. It was a short, tight, black, spaghetti strap shift. It plunged at the neckline, and displayed my small, firm breasts demurely and appealingly. On Tran, the plunging neckline and her push up bra exposed her quivering breasts nearly to the. She had no confidence in her social skills and this had been a major hurdle when it came to the opposite sex. At 18 she was still a virgin, and she had almost no experience with boys. She had discovered the joy of masturbating by using her electric tooth brush. She would stand in the shower most mornings before school and hold the handle of the toothbrush against her clit, squeeze her legs tights and wait for the waves of pleasure to reach the point where she knew she was about to orgasm. She. When my hands were firmly secured you kissed me again and began pulling my pants off. Within seconds of freeing my throbbing hard cock from its cloth prison you looked up at me and smiled that sexy evil grin. "I got something for our evening," that is when you pulled out a harness and a large strap-on, "but first we need to get that ass ready." and with that said you propped my legs up and poured some lube on your hand and began fingering my tight lil ass. First one finger "mmmm thank you.