I heard her squeal when I buried my tongue, deep in her juicy pussy. Then I ran it all along her outer lips. She smelled wonderful and her scent was e...erywhere.I found her clit and began a gentle wagging motion on it with my tongue."Oh fuck yeah, that's it. Suck my clit."I rhythmically stroked it and occasionally sucked it between my lips. After about ten minutes, I could tell she was getting close."Put a finger in me and I'll cum."I looked up and asked, "Don't you want to me to fuck you?". Each morning he sat at the kitchen table eating the usual burnt toast and swigging his sugary tea whilst watching this beautiful creation dance around her room. She had developed the lovely habit of opening her curtains before dressing... This morning, Wednesday, she had acted differently. She woke earlier than usual and then spent a long time posing in front of her mirror. He was fascinated by her choice of underwear – the white with tiny pink hearts. Usually she only wears those when she goes. “And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce your Prom Queen for this year, Cayenne Proctor.”There was an enthusiastic round of applause. I knew she had been a shoo-in for the title but I felt some measure of relief that I hadn’t screwed it up for her.Cayenne mounted the stage, where she was adorned with a sash and a tiara. Another round of applause ensued.“And now the voting for Prom King,” announced Principal Hockstadler. “Second runner up is Kevin Randell.”There was enthusiastic applause. ” This wasn’t one of my deliberate misbehaviors, but as long as he’d caught me, I decided to play it out. I started to make an excuse, which always drove him wild. He hated excuses. And so he didn’t even let me finish. “That’s it, Jenny — there is no excuse for this thoughtlessness. You’re going to pay right now.” And he stalked over to an aspen sapling that was about as tall as he was, hauled out his knife, and whacked off a couple of branches. But instead of stripping them down to bare.