I could not move. I was trapped on my back and tingling with anticipation. Gwen must have noticed my trembling as she kissed me delicately on the lips...and whispered 'Don't worry . . . .'.I felt Gwen's nails on my thighs again, this time on the back of them as my skirt was wiggled down and the ribbon of my thong pulled to one side, exposing the end of the plug that Gwen had lubricated into me as we dressed . . . Then came perhaps the most erotic sensation thus far . . . Gwen ran her nails down. Charles took a break, then. The soft touch of his palm against her stinging backside was like a lick with a stinging nettle. Ada felt her knees quiver and knock against one another. Sweat had broken out in her armpits and on her chest and face.“Beautiful,” she heard Charles say. “Such a pretty color.” He stroked her backside with both palms, pushing against the fleshy parts to lift them, went to his knees and stuck his face into the triangular space that opened up. Ada sobbed, then, out of. She explained that she always liked rubbing her pussy and she always liked cocks, and she used to fool around with her playmates when she was small. At age 9, she had a baby sitter, a boy, and she seduced him. She said he was 16. After her parents were gone that night, she sat down near him and began rubbing his thighs. She said nothing could happen to them because she was too young to have babies. She had listened to her parents talking about sex whenever she could. So she got this baby sitter. “Grown pussy huh? I’ll keep that in mind.”“You should baby, there’s nothing like it. It stays wet, warm, fits like a glove, knows all the tricks of the trade and after you feed her well, she cleans and brings breakfast in bed…”I liked where this was going so I continued on with her. “What about lunch, dinner and a midnight snack, you know growing boys like me gotta stay fed baby.”“I got all of that…and more…” she said grabbing my hand and trying to slide it up under her dress. I could feel the.