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... feel her up. &#034I don't know, you're pretty wet. I must have said something that turned you on.&#034 &#034That's from the pool.&#034 &#034Right. Well, don't worry, we'll be home soon. I'll help you get off.&#034 She ran up to her room. I let her go. I made her wait a few minutes while I killed time downstairs. Finally, she yelled, &#034Are you coming?&#034 &#034Pretty soon,&#034 I said. &#034Are you? Oh, right, you're not allowed to until I'm there.&#034 &#034Come on...&#034 she said. I decided to be nice. I was pretty horny too. She was already nude, waiting for me in her room. She sat on the edge of her bed, and as soon as she saw me, she put her fingers to her crack and began rubbing. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down into a lying position, and began caressing her lightly, then knelt over her pussy and tongued along the side of her slit as she continued to fuck herself. She was getting into it pretty good, and my dick was rock hard, so I decided &#034Fuck it,&#034 it was time. She wasn't likely to ask, so it was time to push her a little more. I knelt between her knees and gently spread them apart, then rose and took my cock out. It was pointed directly at her little cunt. &#034What are you doing?&#034 she said breathlessly. &#034What does it look like?&#034 I asked. I leaned in closer and touched her pussy with the head of my penis. &#034Touching. Like I'm allowed to.&#034 &#034You can't fuck me,&#034 she said. &#034There's a difference between ...

... touching and fucking. The deal doesn't let you fuck me,&#034 she said. She wasn't stopping masturbating. &#034If you try to fuck me, I'll have to tell somebody.&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 I said. &#034But what about rubbing?&#034 To demonstrate, I rubbed the head of my penis along her slit, in the groove, poking gently but too gently to penetrate inside. &#034There's nothing wrong with that, is there? That's still touching.&#034 &#034I guess not,&#034 she said breathlessly. &#034Good.&#034 I used my thumbs and pulled her pussy a little wider. My cock slipped in between the lips, and I pressed forward just the slightest bit. &#034And what if I just have the head in a little?&#034 I asked. &#034That's not fucking, is it?&#034 She didn't answer, but stopped masturbating and drew her fingers back to give me room. Very slowly, I moved more and more inside. If she told me to stop, I would have, but she said nothing and only watched. Soon, the whole head was inside her. By some measures, this was penetration, and she was no longer a virgin. I didn't dare move forward beyond that, not yet. &#034Well? Is this fucking?&#034 &#034No,&#034 she said. &#034I guess it's not.&#034 &#034I'm glad. But I think we really need to decide where touching becomes fucking. Because,&#034 I said, giving her an intense, uncompromising look, &#034I intend to touch you as closely to that line as I can. So you need to tell me exactly where it stops being touching.&#034 We stayed like that, silent, unmoving, lightly ...