And then she pressed her finger into me, anyway. Oh man, it felt so good. She just went in and out a little and I began to move my butt up to meet her...finger. It made my hard cock rub against the sheet. That, and her finger, brought me close to getting off a second time. But she pressed in harder, briefly, and it started to hurt. I squeaked and pulled away from her finger. She stopped and told me we needed lubrication - which I didn't have. She said we could try again the next time we got. Somewhere in my rational brain I was thinking that sure, we’ve discussed this fantasy but not more than that. She groaned about only your mouth knows how something, then told you to put your fingers in. Who was she?? I felt beads of sweat fall along my face. I was burning up from the heat. I heard you again, “I can spend all night eating you up. Relish you, my darling little slut.” My emotions took a skydive plunge into turmoil and angst that simultaneously fueled my skyrocketing salacious. She had changed her hairstyle and lost the awful horn rimmed glasses she used wear and was using contact lenses , she had a skinny Tshirt on which really showed off her breasts and nipples with pair of leggings that almost gave her a camel toe . After the initial chit chat my dad suggested me and her head out for a bit for a bike ride , my sisters bike was there available so I said yeah OK , anything to get away from boring grown up talk , Jayne seemed keen to go as well . We'd been away for. "As we did in my youth, Miss Key," He said. "Betta and her friends would sit and listen and laugh as my friends and I loved and lived and laughed with our music. To be free, to have the power to make music, it was good." His old eyes slipped far away, then returned. "Very good. And I am able to see it again in you."Key's face was soft, understanding. She's not a dummy in the first place, and not insensitive, in the second. She realized what she was hearing. "Mister Georg, thank you so much for.