Tock..."6:51:03 am: Keep repeating until I say to stop.6:51:26 am: "Tick tock. Tick yawn tock. Tick Tock..." I continue.6:51:48 am: That's it. Don'... be afraid to yawn as you keep repeating it.6:52:30 am: "Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock." I yawn, covering my mouth again. "Tick tock..."6:52:47 am: Okay Allison, you can stop repeating it now.6:53:02 am: "Tick... okay..."6:53:14 am: It's getting hard to stay awake isn't it?6:53:32 am: "Yes..." I mumble, yawning again.6:53:36 am: It's. "What brings you here?" She looked at me in acurious way, which I completely missed."Hi Paul," she said in a serious tone and I ushered her in, offering hersome tea.She followed me to the kitchen and I put on the kettle."How are you keeping? You're looking well," I enthused. Again, she hadthat questioning look in her eyes and still, I missed it."I'm fine. You're looking er, different." That stopped me dead in mytracks."Different?" Yeah. Can't put my finger on it, but there's something different. She was rich and beautiful, a talented singer and pianist, a first class swimmer and diver, and a very personable young lady. She was also, on the eve of her 16th birthday, a virgin.For the last couple of years she had dated widely and well, mostly from her own social class and had experimented with a few recreational drugs and some wine and beer. She had stroked a few cocks and had her breasts groped several times, but she was not eager to copulate.So early on the morning of her birthday, she. I'm sure that she would be Brittany’s first female lover also turned her on. I made the arrangements, telling Brittany that I was taking her to a party. I told her to dress as sexy as possible, maybe even a bit slutty. I knew that it would intrigue her and she would enjoy dressing up. I told her to be as casual as possible and not to wear any underwear. It came the afternoon of the date we had set, and I went to Brittany’s hotel to pick her up. I could hear her father talking loudly about her.