She squished up her face as it finally left the comfort of her pulsing pussy and plopped out.She dropped the hem of her dress, turned around, and gave...me a very passionate heated kiss --the kind a girl gives her lover just after getting such a delicious fuck from him. She shrugged her shoulders in satisfaction, and smiled up at me with that "thank you" look on her face. Then she looked both right and left, up and down the road. Not a soul in sight. We'd done it all without getting. The older boy had grown more and more persistent with her. First she just sat in front of the house with him.When her parents objected, she went to the movie and met him there. He would drive her close to home and let her out a block away. Soon they were parking longer and longer in the city park. The kissing led to fondling. She tried to put him off, but realized she had to make a choice.Finally, in an effort to keep from getting pregnant, she turned to the alternative method many of the girls. Fail, and you become our slave!" "Double what I said about the punishment bearing norelation to the crime," said Jay with a sigh. "And I supposesome 'terrible tragic story' will befall me if I fail toparticipate in this game?" "Huh? 'Terrible tragic story'? Oh, a reference to thoseweird cartoon thingies I saw in your mind during thetransport process. Yes, I'll take your IDs, increase yoursex drive, turn you into a bimbo and drop you in thenastiest area of town. What do you think about. Not just at those parties, what are your thoughts on that?”I pause for a moment, not sure how to answer your question. I mean I want it, but I don’t want to admit it to you. I love everything you do to me, how you make me feel. Everything. But admitting it to you would be embarrassing.“Are you still there?” you ask.“Oh, um yes sorry,” I say being pulled from thought. I forgot I was still on the phone for a second there. “I am not sure what to think about that to be honest, I just don’t want to.