"I'm not supposed to touch myself when Daddy's not home." She almost whispered, trying to look away, but her collar was pulling in such a way that mad... it almost impossible. I flicked my blade at the button it rested on and sent it clattering to the hardwood floor, never taking my eyes away from hers. "Where aren't you supposed to do that, little Angel?" I asked with subdued sternness and moved the blade down to the next button. She struggled against the leashes' grip, half-heartedly trying to. They got in his car and sped off toward the beach. He owned a late model Chevrolet Cavalier, five speed transmission and sunroof, ‘We’re going to the big public beach north of town. You ever been there?’ ‘No, honestly I haven’t been anywhere much. You saw where we live, way out, only one road in and out.’ ‘Yeah, but you still could’ve gotten out some.’ ‘We haven’t been here that long. John just got his job, and we haven’t had…’ Paul interrupted, ‘Come on. I know the truth. His Dad called my. I started removing my tights on my way to school and started playing with my body. On my way back, my panties were always wet from the joy. There were special days when they were soaked in my juices and had this underlying scent on them. This kept happening for days and one day after coming back from school, I sniffed my wet underwear. I couldn’t control the feeling I got from it. The smell was maddening and made me go crazy. It was like a drug that I got hooked on. Then there were days when my. She finally took my shorts off and the friction that it caused made me grunt a little as it felt really good. Then, she stopped our kiss and smiled at me so I smiled back at her. Of course, her body was sexy, but her face was perfect to me, so I decided to lift her off the ground, still grabbing her ass, and I laid her on the bed. At this point, the sight of my hot girlfriend and all that past teasing pushed me over the edge. My boxers were on the ground in an instant. She let out a big moan as.