Right at the edge of the grassy area, where the woods seemed to begin,he put me down. "On your knees, sweetie," he said, pointing down. "Momwants you ...o eat those bunches of weeds, the ones that are touching thetree."I dropped to my knees as he let go of my collar. I put my hands on theground, and put my face to the weeds. They were quite dirty, to say theleast. I don't want to tell you what they smelled like. It wasn't amystery, either - some of that 'dirt' coud clearly be seen on the weedsand. I think you always smell and taste great!" Liar", she said. "I know that I get pretty stinky after you cum in me."I said, "I love you and your stinky pussy, Sweetheart! I will eat you out anytime you want me to." Lick and suck me clean each time you cum in me. Every time, Billy! Promise me now that you will." I promise, I'll do it every time. You won't have to say a word." Well, I might say a few things to encourage you," she added."That'll be fine with me," I replied.She just giggled.The next. I love that dance, but I've since forgotten why.Anyway, he was having a party, and even though he'd flashed a fake ID, everyone in the place could tell he and his friends were having a meat party. When a guy gets to be sixteen, it's an unmistakable tradition to celebrate - why suburbanites think it's cerebratory is beyond me. Maybe it's just a way of working off the first stages of what is going to be ten years of tension. I've worked party bars since I was ten, and I can tell you the signs,. . ." He got up stiffly then, pretending to turn away in order to hidethe embarrassing bulge in his tight pants. But Davie's eyes went instinctively to his groin, and her face grew hotter when she spied thenoticeable knot under his fly. It seemed that there was a wild thinginside, straining to break free. She wanted it to . . . "See you tomorrow," he said, waving his hand to her as he saunteredoff. "Right," she answered feebly. "G'night, Randy . . ." The sexy blond boy grinned in the moonlight.