Joan didn't reply. She was fascinated to see this pretty young girl fingering her pussy.

The girl pulled her hands away and stood up. She came to Joan, sitting in a chair next to her. Joan trembled as the girl put her arm about her shoulders, but she didn't protest. The girl tipped her head up by the chin, and Joan gasped when she felt those hot, moist lips on hers. She felt the girl's tongue pressing at her lips, and then the tongue was inside her mouth. At the same time, a hand cupped her tit, and a gurgle came from her throat. The girl squeezed her tit tenderly, feeling of it.

"Nice," the girl whispered into Joan's ear, the tip of her tongue licking slowly. Joan sat still when the girl moved her hand into her blouse, shoving her bra away. When she had Joan's tit free, she leaned down and ran her tongue in a hot, wet circle about the stiffening nipple. As the girl sucked gently on her tit, she found her hand being pulled, the girl had worked her own skirt up, and the warmth of a bare thigh was on Joan's palm. She felt the girl pulling her hand upward, felt her licking and sucking on her tit, and she couldn't stop it. Her hand was pressed into the crotch of the girl's panties, and the wet heat seemed to envelop Joan.

"Lovely titties," the girl whispered as she opened Joan's blouse. "Beautiful titties."

The girl kissed each of Joan's tits in turn, then slipped to the floor on her knees. Joan sobbed once as the girl began to unzip her jeans. She wanted to stop this now, yet she didn't.

Her jeans opened, and now Joan wished she had worn panties. The girl held her jeans open, her tongue running along Joan's quivering stomach, into the mass of pussy hair. She felt the tickling sensation as the girl tried to work her way downward, but the jeans stopped her. Getting to her feet, the girl took hold of Joan's hand.

"Come over here," she said in a whispery voice.