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massaging was one thing, but to have sex with him…
    ‘It’s all right,’ he whispered as her wet nipple slipped out of his mouth. ‘Just relax. I promise I won’t go too far.’
    His words comforting her, she again closed her eyes as he sucked on her elongated milk teat and squeezed the firm mounds of her young breasts. As his fingers pulled her panties aside and massaged the fleshy swell of her moist outer labia, she let out a gasp. The feel of his intimate caress sent her into a dreamlike state and she parted her thighs further. This was heaven, she mused in her sexual delirium. This was what he’d wanted to do. This was love.
    His finger slid deep into her hot vagina; this was the first time she’d been touched, the first time she’d found heaven. Her vaginal muscles tightened, hugging his finger, and she recalled masturbating the previous evening. The sensations had gripped her naked body, taken her to hitherto unknown heights of sexual ecstasy. Would Tony now take her to orgasm? she wondered. Opening her legs, allowing him access to the most intimate part of her teenage body, she hoped she’d experience another mind-blowing orgasm.
    Writhing on the sofa, breathing heavily as he massaged the creamy walls of her tightening vagina, she wondered whether his penis was erect. Should she reach out and touch him there? she mused, as he slipped his finger out of her vagina and again caressed her solid clitoris. Should she run her hand up and down the hard shaft of his penis and bring out his sperm? She was learning, she mused. Learning, experiencing…
    ‘God,’ she whispered, trembling uncontrollably as he massaged her solid clitoris faster. Tremors of ecstasy rolled though her young body. She threw her head back and parted her thighs to the extreme as he continued to suck on her sensitive nipple and masturbate her. His teeth bit gently into her nipple, adding to her immense sexual pleasure. Suddenly she jumped as the doorbell rang out. Tony sat up, his fingers leaving her yearning clitoris as he gazed at Desiree.
    ‘Who the hell’s that?’ he whispered.
    ‘It’s probably my mum,’ she said, leaping up from the sofa and adjusting her clothing.
    ‘That’s bloody bad timing.’ He sighed, walking into the hall.
    It was bad timing, Desiree reflected. Her panties wetting with her flowing pussy-milk, her clitoris yearning for attention, she again pondered on the future. A relationship with Tony was impossible, she decided. What with her mother lurking and Tony working away…She’d hoped that, living next door to each other, they’d have been able to spend a lot of time together. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be, she thought dolefully. Brushing her long hair away from her flushed face, Desiree smiled as Tony led her mother into the room.
    ‘I…I was just about to come home,’ she stammered guiltily.
    ‘Your father’s on the phone,’ Belinda said, frowning at Desiree. ‘He wants to talk to you.’
    ‘Yes, right. I’ll see you later, Tony.’
    Belinda waited until the front door had closed before saying anything to Tony. ‘Have I interrupted something?’ she finally asked him.
    ‘No, not at all,’ he replied with a chuckle. ‘We were just chatting. As Desiree said, she was about to leave.’
    ‘Is that wine?’ Belinda said, eyeing the two glasses on the table.
    ‘Yes, would you like some?’
    ‘I don’t want Desiree drinking. She’s sixteen, Tony. I don’t want her –’
    ‘She’s not a kid,’ he interrupted her. ‘Surely, a glass of wine won’t hurt?’
    ‘Did you make it clear to her that you’re only friends?’
    ‘Belinda, you’re going to have to give Desiree some space. And you’re going to have to trust her.’
    ‘I do trust her. It’s just that…I remember when I was her age. My hormones running wild, I thought of nothing other than boys and sex. I don’t want Desiree to make the same mistakes I did.’
    ‘We’re friends, that’s all. Perhaps I shouldn’t have given