"They call me Candy," she said, "when it's not 'Bitch' or 'Slut'."The situation was getting to me. Different things cause different people stress; I d... not cope well with ... well, young women who are not of voting age and not professional. As far as I could see this one was jail-bait. Physical threats I can deal with; I can handle medical emergencies and such like as well as any layman, but I was pretty tense, so I was very short with her."I didn't ask what people called you, I asked your. Williamson that I put my finger on it.God he’s good. He’s just so helpful - you’d think that someone as old as Dr. Williamson (he must be like, 80) wouldn’t know anything about being a teenager, but somehow he just gets it.I’m so glad Mom and me found him. We really needed it.Anyway, it was after another one of his sessions that I worked out what had been stressing me out lately. I mean, my life is pretty stress-free; when I’m not laying around in my bra and panties, I’m taking selfies for. I kissed her mouth, sucked her tongue for about a minute and released her. I asked her to show me her baby. She pointed her breasts and said: “First see your Amma’s breasts which are leaking for you.” My hugging involuntarily released milk from her breasts and stained her nightie. She led me into the bedroom and pointed a small cradle next to a large bed. Meghana was pleased when I leaned and kissed her four month old cute baby who was asleep. Once again I hugged Meghana and kissed and sucked. I cried out as a sharp pain pierced through my loins. Jamie covered my face in sweet kisses as the pain subsided. He continued pushing in until it felt like he was touching my innermost point. He withdrew slowly, almost all the way and thrust back in. Instead of the pain I had anticipated, the lubrication from my own arousal let him slide in and out painlessly. I sighed and smiled. Jamie moved in and out of me slowly, kissing my neck as he did so. He slowly knelt up, still inside me, and took.