But I want to know what kind of person is she?"The smile again. "Bitsy, hm..., well, where to begin? Bitsy has alwaysbeen a person who other people un...erestimated. She was too pretty and hersocial connections were too perfect. She and I discussed these thingsover the course of our college years many more times than I can remember.What I learned about her from those conversations, many of themstretching to the wee hours, was that she made up her mind that there wasno point in trying to buck the. .. There was no way they were 16. I had realized that after watching the high schoolers pouring out of a building near my physician's office. And if they were not 16, it meant that whatever Kari had told me, I could not trust that, either.It left me sad, but I was not surprised; after all, she had come from the same 'club' that my wife had apparently decided to run in. I kicked myself for letting them into my home for a bit, but mercy and doing the right thing still mean something. Maybe after. "Put your cock in my mouth, please." I pushed her head down onto my cock and pulled her thong over to one side. I began to fuck her face roughly and finger her pussy at the same time. I could hear her struggling to breathe through her nose as the head of my cock hit the back of her mouth. Every time I thrust hard into her face my balls hit her chin, making a wet slapping sound. I worked my fingers backwards and forwards over her wet clit and I could hear her grunting with pleasure and see her. They finished the food and sat sipping their drafts. Brenda felt the unmistakable touch of Jeremy's fingers starting to explore her inner thigh right up close to the edge of her knickers. They looked into each other's eyes with complete innocence and she encouraged his outrageous aggressiveness by opening her legs wide enough for his hand to slide up right onto her unseen womanhood.She was still talking nonstop because of the four other girls at the table but she was forced to gasp noticeably.