MARY STONE COMES OUT 3
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. Characters from the Donna Reed Show are used without permission. The sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author. Specifically referenced in this fictional story are characters and the loosely taken plot from 1961's "The New Girl in Town" (Season 4, episode 6).
Mary Stone was played by Shelley Fabares; Jeff Stone was played by Paul Peterson; and Angie Quinn was played by Candy Moore.
If you are offended by lesbian stories involving teenage girls, please stop reading immediately.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
17-year-old Mary Stone was more interested in popularity than boys. Dating boys was simply a means to ensure her popularity, and dominance over her female high school rivals. In many ways, the beautiful teenager was a schemer and manipulator, and would use others to get what she wanted. Younger brother, Jeff Stone was no exception to Mary's guile.
Wishing to go on a date with a new college boy who had moved into the neighborhood, and owned his own car, Mary offered her 15-year-old brother money to take Bill Quinn's younger sister to the movies, in order to get her out of the way. Feeling outmaneuvered, even by his own parents, Jeff reluctantly agreed, wondering what was wrong with this girl if Mary was willing to pay him to take her out?
Mary Stone was the sort of always-meticulously dressed, well-coiffed girl that would allow boys to spend their hard-earned money on her, but at the end of the night would grant no more than a single chaste kiss, usually on the cheek.
The ambition to deflower Mary Stone was now a quest for many of the high school boys who competed for Mary's virginal affections. College boy, Bill Quinn, was similarly taken in by the coquettish, strawberry-blonde "Daddy's girl."
Bill arrived to take Mary on a date, his younger sister in tow. Angie Quinn, however, was nothing like the Hilldale girls that Jeff was accustomed to.
Pretty-faced and blue-eyed, the 14-year-old girl was unmistakably dressed in the clothes of an unrepentant tomboy. With her blonde hair pulled back in a casual ponytail, Angie wore boyish blue jeans rolled up at the ankles, and a sloppy grey sweatshirt. But there was something about this girl that intrigued Jeff. Initially standoffish with him, Jeff wondered if Angie even liked boys?
Angie's mother had died when she was little, and had been raised, along with her older brother, by her father. Athletics had come naturally to the girl, and had always enjoyed playing sports with the boys. Her father that that it was just a phase that she would eventually grow out of.
Rather than go to the movies, Jeff took Angie to the malt shop where the two inhaled hamburger after hamburger. Jeff was becoming ever more infatuated by the teenage girl with the healthy appetite, as he was accustomed to his dates pretending to not be hungry, saying that they wanted to maintain their slender, if barely pubescent figures.
Angie was soon a frequent visitor to the Stone house, always making an effort to talk to Mary, who was two years her senior.
Mary would sometimes go outside to watch Angie play catcher to Jeff's pitched fastballs, and roughhouse games of sandlot football. Jeff seemed to take a particular pleasure in tackling the curvaceous young girl, and rolling across her sturdy, attractive body.
Angie always seemed to have a ready smile for Mary, as well as a wink, and would put a reassuring hand on Mary's slender shoulder as they spoke. Angie didn't know how to make her obvious flirting any clearer. While she enjoyed Jeff as a friend, she was primarily interested in getting to know pretty, Mary Stone better.
Although she tried not to let on, Mary was picking up on the signs from the surprisingly cute, tomboy. Dressed in tight-fitting blue jeans, Angie's round, athletic ass jutted appealing outward, not obscured by the billowy skirts and dresses of the era. Mary noticed that even wearing a sloppy, oversize sweatshirt, there was no mistaking Angie's maturing breasts underneath.
Mary Stone had a deep, dark secret. Despite being perhaps the prettiest girl in Hilldale, and the object of every teenage boy's desire, Mary secretly preferred women. At 14, while on a high school newspaper writing assignment, she had been willingly seduced by the famous women's pro tennis player, 35-year-old Joan Conrad.
As if to confirm her same-sex preference, Mary, the following year, had made rapturous lesbian love with her mother's big-breasted college friend, New York fashion designer, Molly Duncan.
Sex with both older women had been a much-needed release for the pretty, high school girl, and a confirmation of her sexual desires for women. Now 17, Mary was discovering her first-time feelings for a girl more her own age, 14-year-old Angie Quinn.
Having borrowed the family car, the high school senior drove to the malt shop. Although Mary had no particular reason to be there, or had planned to meet anyone, it was important for the teen queen to be seen by her admiring peers, as well as her female rivals. Knowing that she would swiftly draw attention away from the less-attractive girls in the malt shop, Mary was brazenly consolidating her power like a teenage Caligula.
As expected, the high school boys soon surrounded her as she demurely sat on one of the round soda fountain stools. As always, Mary was immaculately dressed, with a spotless white sweater wrapped around her slender, slightly freckled, shoulders.
Mary was only interested in making an appearance, but ultimately allowed one favored boy to buy her a soda, knowing the jealousy that would ensue among the other boys. Mary primly sipped on the cold drink with a straw, as the hormonally-excited boys buzzed around her like so many bees around a hibiscus flower.
Having fulfilled her mission, Mary got up to depart. Sashaying her slender hips as she walked to her car, she saw Angie emerging from the local hardware store.
"Hey, want a ride?" Mary asked. Angie sprinted from the hardware store toward Mary's car. Her blonde ponytail swayed attractively from side-to-side as she ran. No one would ever accuse athletic, Angie of running like a girl.
"Hiya, Mary, the 14-year-old said cheerfully. "Get in the car, Angie," Mary said curtly, eager to finally get things out on the table.
Mary drove wordlessly to a deserted wooden section outside of Hilldale. Parking the car, Mary said curtly, "I know a teenage dyke when I see one, Angie." The 14-year-old froze momentarily. Angie thought nervously, "Where is Mary going with this? She certainly has no proof!"
"You can fool my dumb little brother, but you can't fool me," Mary continued. Angie lowered her head in shame, knowing that she was somehow busted, and wondering what Mary planned to do with the information?
Mary then shocked Angie by reaching for one of her clothed breasts, and squeezing it vigorously in her curious hand. "You don't have to dress like a boy to like girls," Mary said, leaning into to kiss the blue-eyed 14-year-old. Relieved, Angie excitedly kissed back. It was her first time kissing a girl.
Angie was a quick learner, and soon her tongue was excitedly dancing in Mary's mouth, wet saliva dripped onto the chins of both young girls. Mary lifted Angie's sweatshirt, and pawed at her white cotton bra. Hidden beneath the baggy sweatshirt, few would have guessed that the 14-year-old was already sporting full, B-cup breasts.
Mary's eager hands gripped Angie's bra cups, and then fingered the younger teenager's creamy cleavage as the girls engaged in what was then called "heavy petting."
Although Mary had carefully selected a secluded area to park, it wasn't yet dark enough to hide their lesbian make-out session. Hearing a car pull up, Angie quickly lowered her sweatshirt, and the two girls quickly separated on the big, Pontiac bench seat.
Mary now realized that even the secluded spot that she had selected was proving dangerous. Angie was disappointed when Mary announced that they had to leave. Mary had been the first girl that Angie had ever kissed or shown her bra-covered boobs to. The disappointed 14-year-old hadn't even had time to touch one of Mary's bra straps.
Dropping Angie of at her home, the two girls looked at each other awkwardly, wanting to kiss, but knowing that they couldn't. 17-year-old Mary finally said, "We'll figure something out, but don't tell a soul!" Mary looked admiringly at Angie's athletic butt cheeks as she jogged to her door.
Back at school, Mary surreptitiously met the blonde tomboy in an empty campus restroom. After ensuring that no one else was inside, Mary pretended to apply lipstick while listening, as a confused Angie spoke.
Jeff had apparently invited Angie to the upcoming school dance, and the tomboy didn't know what to do? Mary calmly encouraged Angie to accept the invitation, if only to keep up appearances as a girly-girl.
Angie further explained to the beautiful, manipulative senior that Mary's mother had even offered to take her shopping to select a dress. Mary thought this an excellent idea, as her mother had exceptional taste.
Mary was going to the dance with Scotty, and suggested that the two couples go together. Although she hadn't cleared it with Scotty or Jeff, she was confident that she could make them agree.
A snag happened a few days before the dance was to take place. Angie's college freshman brother was slated to receive an academic award. Her father, naturally, planned to attend, taking Angie with him on the out of town trip. Angie argued that she couldn't possibly cancel on the first dance that she had ever been invited to! The tomboy reasoned that if she disappointed Jeff at the last minute, she might not be invited to a dance by Jeff or any other boy ever again.
Mr. Quinn was sympathetic to Angie's plight, but couldn't allow his 14-year-old daughter to stay home by herself. Encouraged by Angie, her father agreed to call Mrs. Stone for advice.
Mary overheard the telephone conversation, and motioned for her mother to cut it short. Apparently, Mary had an idea. "Let me think about it, and I'll call you right back," Donna Stone politely said to Mr. Quinn.
"Oh, Mother" Mary anxiously intoned, "Jeff and Angie simply have to go to that dance. If they don't, Jeff will be crushed!" While Mary's mother thought her daughter was being her typically melodramatic self, she nevertheless remembered how excited Angie had been while dress shopping, and how feminine and grown up she had looked when trying on the different dresses. Naturally, she didn't want her son to suffer the last minute disappointment either.
"I have an idea," Mary said. "Mr. Quinn is only going to be gone during the night of the dance. What if I stay with Angie? Not as a babysitter of course, but as an overnight companion. Honestly, I'd be happy to do it for Jeff."
Mrs. Stone immediately called back Mr. Quinn with the proposal. Donna explained that Mary was an extremely responsible high school senior and honor student. She assured Angie's father that he could be 100% certain that Angie would be properly looked after. It didn't take long for Mr. Quinn to agree.
During the afternoon before the Saturday dance, Mary asked her father to drive her to Angie's house. There, the two pretty high school girls would prepare for the dance. The 17-year-old was armed with a suitcase for the overnight stay, a makeup case, and had a new dress tucked under her slender arm.
"Goodbye, baby," Dr. Stone said as his pretty daughter closed the car door. Mary waved as her father drove off. "See you in a bit, daddy," Mary said. The plan was for Scotty to pick up the girls at the Quinn house, and from there they would drive to the Stone house to pick up Jeff, and to give Dr. and Mrs. Stone a chance to see Mary and Angie in their pretty, new dresses.
Knocking on the door, Mary was greeted by Angie, who had a big smile on her face. Welcoming the scheming 17-year-old to her house, the blonde 14-year-old said with wonder, "Mary, I don't know how you ever pulled this off?"
"Oh, shut up and kiss me," Mary said, pushing the pretty blonde against the wall. Neither girl was yet made up for the dance, so their avid tongue-kisses didn't disturb their makeup.
It was warm evening, and Angie was wearing a sleeveless culotte set. It was the most "girly" outfit that Mary had even seen the 14-year-old in. As they kissed, Mary ran her eager hands down Angie's back, before settling on the sophomore's round, muscular ass, and squeezing it enthusiastically.
Knowing that they had finite time before Scotty arrived, Mary followed Angie to her bedroom, where the two girls began to undress.
Mary had been wisely taught by her beautiful mother not to overdo her makeup. With her youthful, unblemished skin, Mary knew how to highlight her best features, while making it appear as if she wasn't even wearing makeup. With both girls only wearing panties and bras, so as not to get any makeup on their new dresses, Mary taught the "less is more" technique to Angie, as she gently rubbed the 14-year-old's muscled shoulders.
As Angie admired her pretty face in the mirror, Mary helped to comb out Angie's shoulder-length blonde hair, which was usually bound in a ponytail. Looking over Angie's shoulder, Mary playfully unhooked and removed Angie's 32-B bra.
The 14-year-old's boobs were even more perky and firm than Mary had imagined. Reaching around the younger girl, Mary briefly pinched and teased Angie's erect pink nipples as the teenage girls giggled conspiratorially. "Show me your boobs, Mary," Angie pleaded. "We don't have time," Mary said, disappointing the high school sophomore.
"Aww, that's not fair," Angie cried, "I let you touch mine." "Oh, very well," Mary said as she removed her bra. When Mary had first engaged with her two older lovers, her breasts were cute, but very modest A-cups. Now, she proudly straightened her back and thrust out her chest. Two years had given the still-maturing 17-year-old a pair of full, B-cup breasts, which were the envy of Hilldale High.
Cupping her breasts and lifting them with her hands, Mary presented them to Angie. Mary couldn't wait to show them off in a summer bathing suit. Maybe even a two-piece bathing suit, if her mother approved.
Angie leaned in to kiss the strawberry-blonde teenager, but Mary quickly recoiled. "Angie, we don't want to mess up our lipstick!" Prissy Mary said in an almost shocked voice.
Seeing that Angie looked genuinely disappointed, Mary said, "O.K., you can touch my boobies for five seconds, but then we need to continue to get ready. We don't want to be late to the dance."
As Angie inquisitively fondled Mary's alabaster breasts, Mary counted out loud, "1-2-3-4-5."
Scotty arrived promptly on time, complimenting the girls on how beautiful they looked. He wasn't lying. Angie, in particular, had never looked so appealing in her young life. Mary? Well, she always looked gorgeous. "She must even wake up looking beautiful," Scotty thought to himself.
Unbeknownst to Scotty, he had been specially selected by Mary to be her date for the following reasons: He was a nice enough boy, and had his own car. But most of all, he would be satisfied with a chaste kiss on the cheek at the end of the night. Scotty was shy, and too intimidated by Mary's beauty to try to get her dress off.
With Mary sitting next to him in his old jalopy, Scotty made the short drive to the Stone home. He explained to Mary that her would give her a corsage there, in front of her parents.
Jeff was pacing nervously in his new, navy-blue suit. Following a recent growth spurt, Jeff had outgrown his old suit. Like Scotty, he had purchased a corsage for his date. Jeff was particularly excited because he had never seen Angie in a dress before. Dr. Stone sat in his padded chair, stoically smoking his pipe and reading the Hilldale Tribune.
The telltale backfiring of Scotty's jalopy announced the arrival of the three teens. Opening the door, Angie was the first to enter. Jeff was openmouthed at Angie's transformation. Rather than a ponytail, Angie's blonde hair was beautifully long and straight, like Mary Travers from the folk group, Peter, Paul, and Mary.
Angie looked very grown up in her poofy, print dress, and her youthful breasts stuck straight outward in her new, bullet bra. "She's even wearing lipstick and makeup," Jeff excitedly told himself. The 15-year-old boy turned slightly to his side, fearing an embarrassing, unwanted erection coming on.
"Gee, you look neat, Angie," Jeff said. That was about as effusive with praise that he was capable of, as he handed the pretty 14-year-old a corsage. Afraid to pin the corsage near her now-prominent breasts, Jeff nervously allowed Angie to do it herself.
Mary looked similarly radiant. No one was prouder than Dr. Stone. Having once been a young man himself, he knew that his daughter would be the prettiest, most sought-after girl at the high school dance. Further, he knew that the endless line of boys would get absolutely nowhere with his prim and proper daughter, whom he was confident would remain a virgin until her wedding night.
"My, don't you girls look wonderful," Mrs. Stone at last spoke, meaning every word. She was very proud of her part in Angie's transformation from tomboy to teen princess. She also recognized that her own daughter was owed credit as well, and was proud of Mary's rare selflessness.
Mrs. Stone took out her camera and snapped several black and white photos before the four teenagers departed for the high school dance.
With no roof on his jalopy, and not wanting to mess the girl's hair, Scotty drove purposely slow during the short distance to the high school gym.
Giving Jeff a friendly poke on the arm, Scotty said, "See ya, Jeff, old boy." Both knew that senior boys didn't interact with lowly sophomore boys at a high school dance. Their young, female dates, however, were certainly not off limits to the attentions of the older boys.
Like locusts, a group of hormonal teenage boys immediately surrounded Mary. Scotty beamed. He was quite aware that he wasn't going to get more than a kiss that night, but he was the "chosen one" who had escorted Mary to the dance, and wanted everyone there to know it.
Likewise, a curious, younger group of boys and girls approached Angie. All commented that they had never seen her looking so pretty. Angie beamed. When dancing with the pretty blonde, Jeff was cut in on repeatedly by eager boys, some of whom included predatory juniors and seniors.
First dropping Jeff off at the Stone house, Mary and Scotty tried to avert their eyes when Jeff awkwardly said goodnight to Angie. The 14-year-old girl rewarded Jeff with a brief peck on the cheek. "Gee," Jeff said, happily. The 15-year-old ducked into the house, aware that his youthful penis was swiftly growing in his navy-blue suit pants.
Angie entered her home first, allowing Mary and Scotty privacy to say their own goodnight on the porch. As predicted, Mary offered her gloved hand, saying, "Scotty, I had a lovely evening." Mary then delivered an ever briefer peck on Scotty's cheek. The senior boy knew that would have to suffice.
Driving back to his own house, Scotty was all-too aware that he would have to jerk off that night to relieve his raging hard-on.
While Mary felt a little guilty that the lesbian tomboy was leading her little brother on, she rationalized that Angie and Jeff "were too young to do anything anyway."
Angie was waiting for Mary behind the door. Her dress was already partially unzipped in anticipation, and she reached for Mary's hand before the pair walked together to Angie's bedroom. With her father gone, she'd have all night to fulfill her dream, and make love with the prettiest girl in Hilldale, 17-year-old, Mary Stone.
As always, Mary was cool and methodical as she undressed, carefully removing her dress and placing it gently across a chair to prevent it from wrinkling.
Sitting on the bed in her silky slip and looking into a mirror, Mary removed her makeup and insisted that Angie do the same. Angie was already anxiously down to bra and panties as she impatiently waited for Mary to prepare for bed.
At last, Mary lifted her slip over her beautifully-coiffed, strawberry-blonde hair. Thrusting her shoulders backwards, Mary proudly displayed her full, 32-B breasts to her soon-to-be 14-year-old lover. Standing up from the mattress, Angie aggressively took Mary into her arms, taking the 17-year-old's breath away with her impassioned kisses.
Angie continued by unhooking Mary's bra, and lowering her bra straps. Mary's pale, round breasts were at last exposed, and quickly ensnared in Angie's impatient hands. Excitedly, Angie rolled Mary's B-cup boobies in her slightly rough hands. These were the first breasts that Angie had ever touched, and she was reticent to let go, impatiently squeezing and kneading them, and gently pinching Mary's pink nipples.
Mary remembered that unlike her other experienced lesbian lovers, this was Angie's first time with a girl. Mary allowed herself to be patient as the 14-year-old dealt with her repressed girl-girl desires and emotions.
Placing her hand on the back of Angie's blonde head, Mary lowered it against one of her perky breasts. Angie needed no further encouragement, and began avidly licking and suckling on Mary's pert breasts, and teasing the 17-year-old's nipples with her excited tongue.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," Mary instructed the blonde, younger girl. Angie's pert, young boobs stood out like two Pontiac headlights. Mary noticed that the 14-year-old's breasts were firmer, and more upright than those of her older lovers.
Mary descended upon both youthful boobs with her eager hands. There was a noticeable difference from the soft, slightly drooping breasts of her previous adult lesbian lovers, Joan Conrad and Molly Duncan.
Unable to wait any longer, Mary swiftly removed Angie's hip-hugger panties. The naked 14-year-old's young body was evolving from a straight up and down boyish figure, to a developing hourglass. Angie nervously placed her hand over her crotch as Mary's thirsty eyes surveyed Angie's taut, naked body.
Mary removed Angie's protective hand, revealing the young teen's sparsely-haired blonde pussy. Angie jumped involuntarily as Mary's anxious hand dipped between the sophomore's legs, gently rubbing Angie's youthful pussy lips. After a few moments, Angie began to relax. Laying on her back, the 14-year-old willingly spread her athletic legs.
Saying, "This won't hurt a bit," Mary inserted an exploratory finger. After playing football and other rough sports, Mary couldn't imagine that the pretty tomboy could still have an intact hymen. Probing ever deeper, Mary's finger met no resistance. She was right!
Inserting a second finger, Mary slowly and gently began to finger-fuck the high school sophomore. With no one else in the house, Mary did nothing to suppress Angie's loud, first moans. Enraptured, Angie, unselfconsciously began rubbing her firm, A-cup breasts as Mary methodically diddled her.
Unlike her perhaps-jaded, adult lovers, Mary's every little touch seemed to electrify the 14-year-old tomboy. Like a sports car entering an uncrowded highway, Mary's digital manipulations became increasingly frenzied, as if the strawberry-blonde were pounding the gas pedal to the floorboard.
Angie's young body began to twitch and shudder until she experienced her first-ever orgasm, which caused her to scream a little louder than Mary would have liked. "Shhh!" Mary said. "We don't want to wake up the neighbors," the older girl said with a wry smile. Meanwhile, Mary's busy fingers were still pumping inside Angie's young pussy, like a West Texas oil drill.
"That was bitchin'!" Angie explained when Mary finally removed her fingers, and leaned down to tongue-kiss the appreciative, younger lesbian. On her back, Angie raised her hands to encapsulate Mary's pale, slightly freckled, B-cup breasts.
"I bet Scotty would kill to be in my position," Angie said with a smile. Mary laughed at the mental image of the teenage boy writhing beneath her. While Mary would likely someday marry a man, it wouldn't be timid Scotty.
Angie, new to French kissing, extended her desirous tongue to the pretty 17-year-old. Lying atop the sophomore girl, Mary rubbed her breasts avidly against the still-blossoming boobs of the pretty blonde, who had not yet reached her 15th birthday.
Sliding down Angie's taut body, Mary was surprised by her own girl-girl aggressiveness. In her two previous encounters, Mary had been quite willingly to leave her young body to the sexual caprices of the older, experienced lesbians. Mary had been treated lovingly on both occasions.
Angie looked down to see the pretty face of Mary Stone peering up at her from between her athletic thighs. Angie's entire young body shuddered as Mary delivered first, long, desirous lick of Angie's 14-year-old pussy.
Angie's upper torso involuntarily rose from the mattress in ecstasy. Reaching for Mary's carefully-coiffed head, she instinctively pressed Mary's face into her craving vagina. Angie had been dreaming about such a day since she had first begun to fantasize about girls as a precocious 6th grader.
Upon first meeting the beautiful high school senior, Angie could never have imagined that the prettiest, and most popular girl at Hilldale High would be feasting on her pussy, and in her own bed!
Mary had obviously been paying attention when Joan Conrad had Molly Duncan had initiated the teen lesbian. Placing her hands on Angie's inner thighs, Mary's hungry tongue excitedly lapped at the tomboy's submissive, blonde pussy.
Angie's hips undulated spasmodically as Mary performed confident cunnilingus on her younger brother's high school dance date. Mary tried to put out of her mind that she was probably stabbing Jeff in the back by fucking the girl that he was seemingly infatuated with.
With Mary's tongue starting to tire, Angie finally, and loudly climaxed. Mary, determinedly continued licking, swiftly bringing the blonde to another orgasm.
"Whew!" I need to rest for a moment, Mary pleaded, trying to catch her breath. Angie flipped onto her stomach. Mary received her first real view of Angie's round, bare, athletic ass.
Unlike some other lesbians, Mary was acutely attracted to the backsides of girls and women. With the billowing fashions of the day, the teenage girl could only satiate herself when a pretty girl was wearing shorts, form-fitting pants or jeans, and bathing suits.
Angie twitched when Mary began to run her curious hands along the sophomore's prominent butt cheeks. Briefly rubbing her hands between Angie's legs, Mary rested her head on Angie's pillowy buttocks as her chest heaved. Besides tennis, this was Mary's best source of exercise.
Rejuvenated, Mary straddled Angie's pretty face, and running her hands through the high school sophomore's long, silky blonde hair.
With Mary's brown-haired pussy suspended over her face, Angie took her first few hesitant licks. She must have been hitting her marks, as Mary began to quiver and twitch. "Unh," Mary announced with each of Angie's licks. Mary offered instruction whenever required.
The two naked teenagers laid in each other's welcoming arms. For the first time in her young sex life, Mary didn't have to look at the clock, measuring how much time she had before having to head for home.
Mary had all night with Angie, and she was determined to make the most of it. Soon to be headed off to college, Mary wondered if there would be other girls who liked girls when she got there?
Sitting naked at the breakfast nook, the two teens enjoyed toast and hot tea. The thought of being seen through a window made it all more exciting.
Opting for a bath before going home, Mary easily convinced Angie to join her. The 14 and 17-year-old soaped the other's naked body with gusto. Mary inserted her busy fingers in Angie's pussy, and Angie kissed and squeezed Mary's maturing breasts before the bathwater began to cool.
As anticipated, Mr. Quinn returned around 1:00 p.m. to find both girls diligently working on their homework. He usually had to nag Angie to finish her homework on a weekend. Mr. Quinn was very happy that Mary Stone had been recommended to him.
Even though Mr. Quinn kindly offered, Mary called her mother for a ride. With a suitcase, makeup bag, and her new dress to carry, it was too much even for a short walk.
"Did you have a nice time, Mary?" Her mother asked. "It was wonderful, mother. Angie is a really nice girl." Mary added, remembering her face hungrily buried in the 14-year-old's eager, blonde pussy.
The End.
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