On the other hand, she knew what every one of her dates' boyish pricks looked like, because she had seen ... and jacked off ... all of them. That was ...ow she kept her maidenhead intact.Admittedly it was a figurative maidenhead - she lost her cherry to tampons at age twelve - but no penis had ever entered her pretty teen pussy and that was all that mattered to her. She told the boys she was on her period, or had a yeast infection, or that she had missed a day or two of her pills, (they didn't. ..?" she asked, pressing herself up against me.My back was to the wall -in both senses of the phrase- but I wasn't ready to accept what was happening before my eyes. Even as her husky tone of voice and intoxicating perfume drove my mind in circles, I managed to stammer out a few words that I hoped would save me."M- Miss Davadis! Wh- What are you- MMF?!"She pounced. Pinning my wrists against the wall, Lucy pressed her lips against mine and slowly slid her tongue into my mouth, shocking me to. The woman holds Holly’s head tightly against her crotch, not wanting the young elf to stop, pull away or even slow down.It doesn’t bother Holly. Instead it helps drive her tongue deep inside, flicking it around deftly. She can feel the change in Mrs. Claus as her body tightens up, warning Holly of her imminent orgasm. The muscles in the woman’s pussy flutter and then constrict her long tongue. Within seconds a torrent of hot, tasteful juices come pouring into her mouth. Holly eagerly gulps down. The effect was a combination that reacted nearly identically to the bow I was used to, but the arrows flew truer. My initial performance for the Seals convinced them that it could work as they challenged me with various targets, approaches, distances, and surprises. The crate also contained some new technology … explosive arrows. The arrow had a bulge behind the point. By twisting that bulge, the explosive was primed. The bow had a button just above where my thumb would be placed. Pressing that.