At least she thinks it's dark. She can't see. Her eyes are covered. She tries to move around but can't she's in a weird position. She thinks, "omg wth...is going on?" she tries to scream but can't. Something is in her mouth. She feels it with her tongue. She thinks it's some kind of ball with holes in it so she can breathe. She is realizing that she must be in trouble. Some one brushes her body she knows some one is there. "Herro herro pweez et ee oh" she began to plead with who ever was there.. I got a lot of sympathetic noises and he asked how serious had it been, had we had sex, had she at least jerked me off, eliciting a no response from me. Somehow the conversation changed to did I jerk off and did my mates, before I knew it the conversation had jumped again and it revolved around him enjoying sucking cock and stroking cock and what I thought about it. Hell I was a teenager whose life revolved around thinking about sex and jerking off and having sucked cock. I told him of my. .I need MORE, and as quick as I can, I pull at the crotch of your leggings, ripping them, allowing my tongue to get at your knickerless pussy (You're such a dirty girl...)My tongue familiarises itself with your fleshy outer pussy lips, while my thumb brushes upwards, stopping just short of your slightly protruding clit each time...Suddenly, the side of my thumb brushes against your clit, and I feel you jerk at the sensation as my tongue probes deeper into your pussy.Respositioning myself on my. "No wait not to my house" Relax I've met lads before, I'll meet you at a local place. McDonalds or something like that. "No just come to my street but not the house" Ok I'll do that then. "What will you do with me" That one question that kills a meet stone dead. Here we go, lots of messaging while he wanks off at home. So I just replied. Pick you up, take you back to my place, then one step at a time. No rush, but at the very least you'll have touched a cock. At best you'll have sucked one and.