It was scary, as I had no ideawhat it would feel like. I approached my pussy lips and my crotch wasaching to be filled by something. It was so differe...t from my malearousal. I quickly inserted my finger then took it out. Oh my. That feltvery satisfying. I refused to touch myself anymore. I didn't know wheremy thoughts would end up. My body very anxious and uptight, I tried toignore it and just closed my eyes and tried to sleep.I woke up naturally the next morning. In my half-asleep haze I. “Well, I’ll rustle them up. How long before Jerry gets home?” I asked. “He should be here around five thirty seeing that we aren’t going to the tavern tonight for happy hour. We wanted to stay home. Thought you might like to stay in as well since you were on the road all week.” I shut the trunk of my car and yelled back to her, “I’ll see you in a few to help out in the kitchen. I need to freshen up first.” I opened the door to the kitchen and pressed the garage door button. The alarm system. Saliva began to escape her trembling lips past the ball gag and cascade slowly down her chin. Placing his right hand once again on her ass, he massaged it firmly and slowly. He then reached around with his left hand and began to m***** her tits. Her nipples began to harden as he worked his fingers through the thin fabric of her dress...she wasn't wearing a bra, the slut! The fingers of his right hand ascended upwards between her knees, slowly inching their way up between her thighs, squeezing. I’m only sixteen.” “Wow,” he said. “I just turned eighteen, last week. You must be smart.” She smiled and nodded. “You’re awful pretty.” “Yeah,” she said. “So I’ve heard a few times.” “I guess we could both sleep here for a few days.” “I guess,” she said. “I mean if you’re, you know, not horny or anything.” Two hours later they went down to the cafeteria, still taking string theory and had their supper. They watched the news on his Blackberry and then the girl used the bathroom and put on her.