I ignored her attempts at getting attention (and acting crazy), just happy that I was fucking a cute little Halle Berry look-a-like -- 90 pounds of te...naged angst. But she still felt the need to show off her new acquisition. Like a c***d, I had to talk to security and have them ring her up to come get me when I visited her. The gate-keeper was nice enough. He would call her up when I arrived, saying, "Beth has a visitor," his middle eastern accent inflecting 'vee-sit-door'. This night she. She passed it over her chin, back down her neck and towards her right breast. The lid on the can was plastic and felt slightly warmer than the body of it, but never the less, as she slipped over her nipple it sent wonderful sensations down through her stomach and in to her groin. Her skin was raised all over her body with Goosebumps. Joanne used the phallus from one breast to another, circling the entire mound of each big tit before moving on to the other in a figure of eight. Her nipples were. Both were cursed with a terminal case of shyness around new people.Tony DeLeon seemed to be eating up the attention being paid to him by a television starlet. Crosby, for her part, seemed to be happy with the company she'd selected, too. The others were hanging out with their husbands or boyfriends (or in Emmy and Zoe's case, girlfriend). All in all, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.Brock found a chair and Meredith sat on his lap."Do you want something besides champagne?" he asked.. Becky looked guilty."Well... no, not exactly," she stammered."Then what, exactly, Becky?" I pressed."I... asked her to leave. She's not safe with me," she sobbed, tears in her eyes."Becky... you're supposed to guide her. You can't do that if you're not around her. It was never part of your job to protect her. That's my job. If anyone failed, it was me by not providing adequate defense for this whole family." She didn't look convinced.God! Teenagers! What had I done in my life that was so awful.