So, no, the fourteen-year old lolita couldn’t recall her birth father at all. He had barely managed to impregnate her mother, and that only with the...aid of a certain blue pill. He died two weeks later, of congestive heart failure, resulting in her middle name of Postuma, Latin for a child born after its father’s demise. Evidently, he had ignored the health warnings about side effects to his own peril.She was a truly delicious Slavic honey, dirty-blonde hair, just the right shade of hazel eyes,. A pair of delicate, foreign hands alight upon the buttons of her elegant garment, leaving them undone as they pass downward. Diane quietly accepts Chelsea’s workings on her top and soon finds it slipped off her, leaving the top half of her body bare but for her black bra. “This… it doesn’t quite seem like a normal love segment, does it?” asks Naea.“No… I mean,” mumbles Ruiz, “I don’t know. What do we do?”“What do you mean?”“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess.” *That night Ruiz sleeps in a haze. I was also moving my hands on the front part of the neck till the place where the skin was visible. I can already feel her smooth skin where the cleavage starts. Since the shirt is pulled back, I can also see her fair waist and the sexy deep navel. I had asked is she was comfortable. She was enjoying the massage and just moaned \”Mmmm\”.I had asked her if I should massage her shoulders as well, and she again moaned mmm. I had told her for that, I need to unbutton to more buttons. She nodded in. From when she was ten when her breasts began to grow up until her twelfth birthday, Uncle Harry liked for her to lie down when they played the 'touching game'. He would then rub his hand up one of her little thighs until his hand found her soft, young sex, which he would begin to rub her through her panties. She didn't like it at first but after a few times she found that she began to like the way his hand felt down there. This confused her but after several minutes of rubbing her through her.