“Mmmmmph!” Whatever I was about to say was smothered in a heated kiss as she pushed my larger frame back onto the bed. She unceremoniously landed ...n top of me as she flattened me on top of Mitch’s bedspread. I’d hardly gotten a look at Mitch’s room before I was pinned to the bed by a heaving, busty redhead.She walked her knees up the bed on each side of me, pressing her crotch against mine while bending her back to keep her lips locked onto me.She had to come up for air, putting her forehead. He brought me a parcel and sat down next to me and placed in on my lap. “Open it” he said; he was not used to being polite I guess. I was surprised what I found inside. There was a bra and matching panties! There were more. There was a jock strap various creams and powders for my face and body and a dress! I couldn’t believe my eyes and was very embarrassed.“I can’t wear these” I protested. “Of course you are going to wear them because I want you to. You don’t want to disappoint me do you?” The. Then moving in a bit faster then slow again. Teasing me over and over again. Then slipping a second finger to join the first that is in me. Teasing me over and over again. Moaning louder trying to hold still. His two fingers fucking my wet pussy. Feeling his fingers mover a bit faster in me doing my best to just hold his gaze. Pumping in faster and faster then slowing. Moving in deep into me, his finger tips reaching and moving over my g-spot. Feeling my body building up. Holding back my. “Actually, you aren’t. That’s the whole point. The question is whether you want to fuck.” Teens did have a different language from people, but -- Martha had noticed -- the words they thought were theirs alone never were.“That’s not the question. Who? That’s the question.”“Whom?” She could never persuade Lance, maybe his best friend could be a good example. “I’ll answer your question if you promise to never tell Lance -- never tell anyone.”“I swear!” However silly her suggestion, it would at.