"No fair! No fair!", she screamed."Show me." Later. Later." Now." All right. Stop. Stop. Please stop." Are you going to show me?" Yes. Just no more ti...kling. Please."He got up, offered her his hand, and helped her up. She led him to theirbedroom, and he said, "Well?" Look in your underwear drawer."He walked over, pulled open his underwear drawer, looked in it, and thenat her."The two boxes," she said.He took the boxes out. And looked at them."I saw you looking at them at the thrift shop," she. " He wanted to come like always but there was a big stock offering for one of their biggest clients and they requested that he oversee the operation." You remember that I'll be sixteen August first and can get my license?" Oh I remember all right. We'll have to get you your learning permit so you can drive on the streets as long as you have a licensed driver with you."Yes ma'am I know." I'll need to teach you to parallel park. I don't think you'll need to know how to pass your test but you will. “I really like him,” she panted, moving faster. “I really like him a lot.”“Just be careful with him,” said Bobby, feeling the urge to splatter his stomach with spunk.“Ohhhhh,” she whined, feeling the orgasm she’d wanted for the last three hours rushing toward her.She was so excited that she was a little extra enthusiastic in her movements. She also leaned a little further forward than she had the last two times she had done this. That combination, resulted in something unplanned, which was that. He had me sit up and take an antihistamine, knowing that if the scratches started to itch, I could injure myself even more. Paul had had medical training and knew how to proceed. He applied liquid bandages where necessitated. Three ?scratches? were actually tears that would have required stitches, but none were at stress points, so Master knew he could minimize scarring with suture tape. I couldn’t talk. I was in shock and still weak from the loss of blood. Imagine one hundred barbed.