She has her eyes closed. By the look on her face, and the way she sounds, I can tell that she is pretty damn close. One of my fingers caresses her ass...ole. I'm tempted to push it in, but I'm not sure if she likes that sort of thing. "Fucking do it! Fuck my ass with your finger, you bitch!" Okay. I guess she does like this sort of things. I push my finger into her. Her ass is pretty tight, but it clearly welcomes the penetration. She screams loudly. Mouth on her clit, two fingers in her. Finally I plucked up enough courage to ask which ones she enjoyed the most, and why was I not shocked when she said she had tried them all.We both laughed, not loudly, she was enjoying my obvious embarrassment, totally at ease discussing sex, it was Ok with my friends, my sister for Christs sake, but my fucking teenage daughter, I was embarrassed, confused, and losing this encounter, but there was something equally charming, in the honesty and the beauty, her needs and desires, she certainly. She dropped her books and squealed before colliding against his body. She squirmed and tried to move, but he had his arms around her, pressing her to him harder and harder. Billy, stop! She cried. Stop screaming, Billy order her as he kissed her to shut her up. That was Janes first kiss. He bit her lips and drove his tongue inside her mouth, dominating it with his own. While he kept her lips busy, he slipped his large hands under the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up hastily. When she tried. But it wasn't the laughing, intimate conversations we had shared in the past. We chatted about mundane things and trivialities.Finally, it was Friday and Greg called me early in the morning."We'll get to the arena about noon," he said. "We'll do a sound check and then head out for supper. You want to meet us and go to the show with us?"I thought about it for a few moments."How long have you been on tour?" I asked. I'm sure Greg thought it was a random question."Uh, about three months," he.