I set her on her feet and looked at the little backpack she’d dropped when I grabbed her.“Do you have luggage to claim?” I asked. She looked at ...e.“Why? Am I going to need clothes?” she asked. I stared at her dumbly. “Yes, you doofus. I decided it was too much hassle to pack light and carry it on. But if the bag isn’t at baggage claim, I might go naked anyway.”“That suits me fine but you might want to wait until we get to the truck to start undressing.” Em was pulling her shirt over her. Every muscle in my body is in need of more oxygen, and my breathing is erratic now. I do not realize the moans are not from the music - they are mine."Shh, not yet little one, not yet," A whisper in my head.I want to move; I want to let go, to feel the explosion building inside me. I feel the wall behind my cervix contract and expand. The moans are becoming more desperate with the music guiding my hips in a sensual dance. The spasms travel and I feel my womb warm; the wave moves to the frontal. ." I said nudging the fourteen year old withmy big toe."Show Joey you've got what it takes.? Joey my man, you are not going to letyour little brother out do youare you? Why your twat must be twice asstretched as his after all thedick you've taken." ? Well Joey didwin. It's only to be expected, a relatively unused boy cuntversus a well oiled wellstretched whorepussy. For the next game the boyshad to dance around naked forme? in the kitchen to some radio musicuntilall the ice had melted inside. She was sitting on something and her left knee was raised concealing thestocking tops on her right legs and whether she was or was not wearingpanties.Was she wearing panties? She seemed too classy not to be.As he looked at her picture he was wearing a white dress shirt with goldbuttons and a pinstripe suit. He had brown hair and green eyes yet when helooked at the picture he said, "That's me."She looked nothing like him. What was he thinking?Suddenly fear swept over him.Did Facebook know.