Aren’t you a bit young to be out on your own in the dreaded witch’s woods?” I saw from the twinkle of her eye that she might be teasing me a bit. “No Ma’am, err... Kara,” I countered, drawing myself up to teen my full five-foot-four height. “I’m every bit of eighteen now, and I can handle myself.” “Yes, well I’ve certainly seen evidence of that,” Kara laughed. I bit my lower lip as it quivered and looked down, ashamed. Kara BDSM came over and put an arm around me. “Oh come now, I’m just kidding you Kristy. Friends can tease japanese each other, can’t they?” “Certainly!” I replied, perhaps a bit too eagerly, looking up to gaze into her eyes. I was thrilled that she didn’t judge the worst of me for what she seen earlier. Slave “But you’ve made a bit of a mess of your pretty white dress, haven’t you?” Kara whispered to me in a tone that hinted that this was our little conspiracy. I looked down, having forgotten about the tell-tale wet stain clearly visible on the front of my dress. I could only hope it would dry of its own accord and not leave a permanent legacy of my naughty activities. ##### Part 4 - The Eager Student ##### “May I? Kara inquired, gesturing at the embarrassing stain on my dress. “Let me see what I can do about that.” I nodded and she eased her long, slender fingers down to the wet smear on my dress. She brushed at the material a few times, as if sweeping away a spot of lint. “I don’t think that...” I started, dubious of her cleaning efforts. “There!” she proclaimed, pulling the material out for my visual inspection. “Good as new and fresh as a daisy!” I stared in surprise. The stain was gone, the dress was dry, and no hint of the warm, sticky mess remained to be seen. “How? I mean... where?” I stammered. “Oh, just a handy little parlor trick,” Kara assured me. The she held out her hand, uncurling the graceful fingers. The tips of her digits were soaked with a glistening sheen, which I knew to be the dress-staining moisture spilled from my girlish slit. Somehow she had pulled every last drop and driblet of the moisture cleanly from my dress, and now held the slippery mess in a puddle in her hand. As I watched, a single drop -- slow as molasses -- slipped from her fingertips and hung suspended on a glistening, sticky string. My eyes grew huge as she brought her hand to her mouth, extending her tongue to capture the errant drop. She licked her hand, eyes closing as she savored the forbidden taste with a quiet sigh of satisfaction. I gazed on in dumbstruck amazement. domination “Oh Kristy, you’re such a sweet little thing,” she groaned. “Still a virgin I note.” “What? Yes... I mean, of course. But how...?” “Your taste can tell me many things, my dear.” She offered her hand to me. “Taste yourself,” she offered. A few seconds later they were on the ground and Shlee was running towards the large rock. She was trying to catch her breath. She handed japanese me a condom and I put it on, once on, I plunged deep into the pussy I fantasized about for many years. He said he was sure they would love its. “Of course, she thinks you’re pretty, Prestira.” Yavara sneered, “This little dyke was probably touching herself while she watched you get fucked.” When I saw her I said wow, she has a huge set of breasts, how did I not see them before. Um…” I was suddenly incredibly nervous. "I'm so sorry baby, you shouldn't have seen this and I shouldn't be doing this." 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So, make sure he doesn’t get your ass in trouble, or this will be no fun for you. Amy giggles and climbs on top of me, with her thighs on either side of my face. He moved his right hand around her while kneading her breast through her bra with the other. "Alright, now let's Slave try some roleplay, show me some real emotion here, Anne. "Bloody place is crawling with Pedos," I explained. She couldn’t have articulated it, but even intuitively, her mind told her no such shape could exist. “No. We … we shouldn’t … “ She had bathed, done up her hair, used makeup to highlight her eyes, spritzed herself with perfume and sparkles in all of her sexy places, taken her birth control pill (Not that she wouldn’t want to have a baby with Marvin, just not now, until things worked themselves out.) Almond-Eyes charges my sister, her torso low, so her weight comes at us at the height of the pelvis and a strike is meant to overbalance. 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