Body counts and speculation were too much for us to handle at that moment. After all, the date was supposed to be about us. The girl? The girl. And wh...t a girl she is. This is someone I don’t think I could ever get bored of, someone with so much depth and complexity that she will constantly intrigue me. Every conversation is a new revelation on her depth, every spoken word one more light into her ever-more fascinating mind. We pulled up to her house about 10:30, though we felt rather than said. Ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five, and thirty seconds, as if time was slowing down, my tender nude pussy had just nestled into the warm curvature of the plywood seat, that rose tantalising from my anus, to form a wave like curve between my legs, parting my labia and crushing my swelling clitoris on its crest, and as I leant forward on the most female of feminine pleasure chairs, I could feel my teenage body rock gently, my nude buttocks clench and relax on that deliberately man made curve to. Bud wasn’t going to leave after all. How much more did he expect her to do? ‘That was pretty good fucking, but it was just starters,’ Bud said as he laid back down on the bed. ‘I plan to make today a day ain’t neither one of us ever gonna forget.’ Nancy jumped as he ripped the remnants of her panties off. ‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘I want you naked. We’re gonna do it right this time. How about starting with you giving me a little head?’ ‘Head?’ Nancy knew what he was talking about, but the last. “What the fuck happened?” she asks.Luke groans and rolls over. “We aren’t doing that again.”“No, never again,” she agrees.“You’re the one that started it,” he accuses.“Don’t remind me.”“You thirsty?” he asks. Candace only nods. He gets up and gets a couple glass of water and they sit and drink them before lying back down and sleeping some more.Eventually they stir again. “You want to spend all day in bed or shall we do something today?” he asks.“Fuck,” Candace grumbles. “Let’s do something..