“So, Sissy,” I said, in a soft, husky whisper as I handed her a glass. “You like fooling around with girls?”
“Yes,” she said. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a small rubber vibrator. That good little girl drank every last drop. No matter how irrational it was, no matter how wrong, I devised my plan, and would carry it out. I was in luck, because it took her a few tries to get it started, and from my angle, I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties under those shorts. She tasted a little like sweat, but she was soaking wet with her own juices, too. Put it in my ass! My plan was going quite smoothly. “Oh,” I played coy. “Who do you think I’m going to teach you on?”
To be continued… That, I figured, was a good sign. She tasted a little like sweat, but she was soaking wet with her own juices, too. After about an hour of me leering at her sweet little body heaving at the mower and soaking her tee shirt completely through, turning it almost see through and showing
