She was innocent mostly or so we all thought. It all started for me on a cool fall morning on the yellow school bus barreling along Chestnut Ridge Roa... to 7th grade. Her name was Alana and she flirted with me at least once a week by turning around from her seat and staring at me and looking down and saying nothing. Her eyes drove me crazy. No one on earth looked better in jeans than she. It was incredible to watch her get on the bus. It took more time into eighth grade for her to pop this. " I wish I could have seen her face."Then proclaim your slavery." I am a slave." Who is your Master?" You are my Master." I couldn't very well initiate Melanie into her slavery over the phone, but that could wait."What is the news you have to tell me, slave?" Kayla came down with a slight chill and fever today. Momma wants her to stay home from school tomorrow and rest. She'll be all alone." This was indeed interesting news. I planned to be there and keep her company.Melanie told me Kayla was. "I don't think we need to watch a movie," she said. "If that's ok with you." Her hands came up the inside of my thighs. I felt a tingle everywhere."Uh-huh," was all I could say as the DVD feel onto my bare chest."Have you ever been eaten out by a woman?" I shook my head, feeling my hair tickle my face as I turned my head against the sofa. I wanted her to eat me so badly. "Oooh, you've been thinking about this for a while." She was looking between my legs. Her fingers reached up and began to rub. Although he did have a new jeep, he didn’t use it nearly as much as the old truck. Of course, the main reason for that was she usually rode with him during the day he was doing things for the construction business.The real problem was a minor prejudice against construction workers that came from casual stories at the dinner table about irresponsible people in the construction field. Her father was an inspector for the city, and saw all of the mistakes, shortcuts, and scams pulled in the.