I was a little nervous as I stepped out of my car and onto the downtown street well known for whore action. I had only walked maybe two blocks when a ...ar pulled up to me. There were two guys inside and they asked me if I wanted a ride. I accepted and got in the back seat with the passenger. They asked me if I was working tonight and I said yes. The driver then said that they would pay me $20 dollars each for a blow job. I took the money and told them to park behind the next building. The guy in. ..yeah, I was. Couldn't get home quick enough, but we reached my loft's parking lot and I escorted Christine to my front door and inside. My place at the time was small, but efficient and plenty of space in the Living Room where I'd situated her on the couch after showing around a bit, glass of dark red wine at her elbow. She took a sip, smacked her lips and set her glass down on the end table. Seated next to her, electricity was running up and down my body, like red-hot ants under my skin. My. .. and sometimes she lets me touch her a little.”“Where do you touch her?” asked Megan, intrigued now.“Well, you know... we kiss, and I touch her boobs and then sometimes I touch her... down there.” He didn’t want to admit that he’d fucked her just about crazy. He didn’t think his cute cousin would approve of that.“I’ve never kissed a boy,” sighed Megan. “They’re all afraid of Daddy.”Mark began to hope. “Um... I guess you could kiss me. If you just want to find out what it’s like, I mean,” he. Because Ben handed her the swimsuit and suddenly left so she could change. With nothing else to do Sarah changed.After stripping down and putting the bathing suit on she looked into the mirror on the wall. It was a tiny suit, especially on her young perky tits.It was too small for her chest to be comfortable, and her tits were spilling out of the top shamelessly. Her bottoms were little more than a triangle covering up her front and back, and the thin straps were tied tightly to the side,.