I practically ran to their house, my legs trembling with anticipation, my heart racing with excitement. I would slip in the back door, climb the stair... feeling wetter with each step, check on my charge for the day, then enter the master bedroom rushing to rid myself of any clothing that would slow progress to my goal of being penetrated and the wonderful feeling it had on my body.Then, it happened. There was no call to babysit. I was confused. I felt rejected. I hated the feeling. It turns out. When we got there, there was a short wait to get in but we waited and watching people come and go and we were in before we knew it. Once inside, I was surprised at just how large the place was, yet it was packed with people. The band was playing 80s songs and Kel and I went over to the bar to get a drink. Kel is 46, fit, nice and I mean NICE perky rack and legs that go all the way up to heaven. She was dressed conservatively but cute for our dinner with our friends. Black skirt, white blouse a. It was clear, so I walked back to where I was working on the bike. I see Pammy walking up to me, and she gives me a big grin, and puts her hand right on the big tent on my crotch. She asks me “What's this?” I can't believe what she is doing, but recover my senses enough to say, “That's for me to know, and for you to find out!” I look around again, and still nobody to interrupt what I hoped was going to happen.. ....he stood up right in front of me and said If your mine then proove it and pulled his dick ( already hard) and told me to suck it" " " . Omg!!!!! I said young man have you ever done something like this? He said it don't matter and leaned down to kiss me, his face got near mine and instead of pushing him back I licked my lips. It was so taboo that I couldn't stop myself. So now our tounges touch and I'm thinking I can't be doing this but I was under his young spell. I lay back on the couch.