I was 14 when her father hired me under the table to keep the mechanic shop clean and organized. She was this awkward, snotty girl with a bad Tootsie ...op addiction, wearing a Star Wars graphic T-shirt with badly drawn Sharpie tattoos going up her wrist. There was oil and grease and rusting tools but there were sticky sucker wrappers everywhere. She would come in and sit in her dad’s office after school, walk around and touch things, and bother the shit out of Tim with frequent conversation,. I hope it happens again, but there are no expectations.” He was quiet and pensive for a moment. Then he looked up at her and she was watching him. “No, there is an expectation or perhaps a desire. And that is that you not change.”“Not change? But, each step is a change.”“Yes, it is and it has been exciting and wonderful. That is why we have always insisted that you go slowly, decide to wait and consider each step. Then, like last night and the steps before it is part of your desire, a need, a. Raven shifted and grumbled before she lifted her head, "does it rain every morning?"I smiled, "almost."We got up and dressed and I woke the others and lifted the nests back to the roof. I handed out rations and then packs with anti gravs sewn onto the bottom. Next was collapsing water bladders. I added two, one hundred liter collapsing containers. I waited for it to stop raining and handed out short barreled riffles and made sure they knew how to use them.I led them out and down on the cable. I was savouring that salty taste of her trimmed pussy. My tongue found its way to the entrance with its own instincts. Walls of her pussy made my tongue feel like soft ware cushion God! She was so warm in there and only I can say what it felt like. The thought of banging her after the licking job was making me crazier. Well, my tongue was exploring the warm cave and suddenly a gush of fluid came and she had an orgasm. It felt more of salty but I liked it. I asked her to blow me and my dick.