Can I? Besides there is no lube and I really don’t have the time, do I?She’s taunting me, I want to feel her moist lips kiss my tip so I tease her...back. I grab my shaft and rub my tip up and down her sweet lips, just for a second. She’s still considerably wet and I can feel the heat radiating off her vulva. I touch the tip against her entrance and pull away just as she starts to push back. “Ah ah not just yet!!” I keep rubbing her up and down coating myself in what’s left of her cum before I. I had no choice but to stop as well.'What if I measured it?' she asked, very seriously.That was a question my light-hearted banter had not expected. I had no problem talking about adult things to kids but this was now a bit too personal. Against my better judgement I found that I was assessing this Emma as I had the other earlier.She was not as well endowed as the other girl; she was shorter, probably just over five feet tall and quite slender. Her most noticeable feature was her long mane of. There was no door that closed. One would have to walk in to a hallway, turn left and around the corner was one stall. Seeing the stall earlier had me wondering why it was designed that way it was and wondered how many people had been accidentally walked in on. I had a lot of willing responses that night. I figured some would flake so i gave directions and a time to 3 guys. Once they agreed I quietly sneaked out of the house and made my way toward the restroom stall. When i got there i stripped. I saw the disappointment in her eyes, but she agreed. We talked as we walked. She had always been big for her age. Her dad was obviously big and her mom had been big as well. I caught the use of the past tense and asked what happen. "She died two years ago of a brain aneurism." I'm so sorry" "Thanks, now it's just me and my dad. He's a construction engineer for a large construction company. We moved he about six months ago, right after my accident, he's overseeing a bridge construction project.