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Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc.
described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my
imagination.  None of the following is based on real organisms or
organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real,
living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is
no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am
aware of.


Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult
females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories
should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do
so or who would be offended if they did.  Most if not all of the
stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is
not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people.



I write stories for my own enjoyment.  I write stories in which
adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls,
although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple
stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is
I write stories for my own enjoyment.


If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a
wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth"
as he puts it into the story line.  If there are any mistakes in
the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error
and not his.  Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me.


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Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss,
humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints,
racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex,
young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one
story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and
canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape.


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majority of these codes are.

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Little Angels 6

So here I was at the public pool wearing a skimpy two-piece
bikini. In the week since the amusement park I had been texting
with a new girl, didn't know her age, name or even what she
looked like. She wanted to meet at the pool which I thought was
fine at first until I realized that I would have to bring my
family along just in case a friend or somebody would notice me
there by myself and mention it to them.

The girl had texted that she wanted me to wear a pink bikini with
cartoon characters on it and put my hair in a bun on top of my
head. I went to the department store and realized when I walked
into the swimsuit area that there were plenty of pink bikinis
with cartoon characters on them, but they were all the type that
a teen or pre-teen girl would wear. It was at this point that I
could have backed out, I mean being asked to wear a pre-teen
bikini on my full womanly body was outrageous. What the fuck
would I tell my family as I walked down the stairs with it on?
But the other part me wanted to have that girl play with me,
touch me, make me dance on the end of her fingers, call me names
like "girlie lover", maybe even slap my face a couple of times.
My cunt tingled when I thought of that.

So today I wore a t-shirt and cutoffs covering my skimpy bikini
as we got into the car and headed for the public pool. The kids
thought it was a little strange going to the pool on a Saturday
afternoon but there was two weeks of school left and the weather
had turned a lot warmer. I mentioned that since it was a public
pool and our tax dollars paid for it then we should at least use
it.

In the locker room of the pool area my daughter was shocked as I
took off my t-shirt and shorts. I told her that I wanted the sun
to tan me and besides I thought it would be fun and cutesy
wearing it. She should try it some time. She replied no thanks
and that she didn't want to look like a slut. That hurt, but I
ignored it because I had something bigger in mind.

My husband and son damn near fell out of their lounge chairs as
they watched me come out of the locker room towards them but I
told them the same thing.

Truthfully though, it was uncomfortable wearing the bikini, my
tits threatened to pop out at any moment and I had a thin piece
of cloth covering my vagina and anus. I would never wear
something like this anywhere but I was desperate to meet that
unknown girl.

My husband and kids jumped into the pool as I put on my
sunglasses and got my book out, my second cell phone laying next
to my thigh just in case the girl texted me again. I kind of hid
it beside me so my family wouldn't see it and turned the volume
off but left it in vibrate mode.

I thought back to previous week as I drove over to Dietz
Elementary school where Amy attended school. I parked down the
street and watched as kids file out of the school. I damn near
jumped out of my skin as some lady knocked on my window informing
me that I could park in the school parking lot if I was waiting
for somebody. I just smiled and nodded and drove off. The next
three days I parked at different places in front of the school
hoping to catch a glimpse of Amy but never did. I couldn't help
but feel disappointed until, that is, this new girl got in touch.


My eyes wandered over to the pool and my breath skipped and my
stomach tingled. A girl, who looked all of ten years-old, had
emerged from the pool and was standing on the side looking at the
people in the pool, letting the water run off her, rivulets
sparkling in the sunlight as they ran down her two piece
swimsuit, down her legs, making a puddle at her feet.

She stood, arms stretched out, letting the sun dry her and
reveling in having such a perfect little pre-teen body. My cunt
suddenly went moist. God, I hoped this was her.

She shivered slightly as her body adjusted to the difference in
temperature: it wasn't a cold day but she had got warm in the
water, and even the sun wasn't warming her as quickly as she'd
want.

I looked at her shape, her firm little bottom and the hollow of
her back, her small slightly curved tummy and flat chest. Maybe
the merest sign of swelling up there, mushroom cap nipples, the
hint of things to come. I looked and marvelled at how something
so young could be so perfect. Cute, pretty and very desirable if
you like that kind of thing, and I did.

I didn't even realize that I liked this sort of thing until
Phyllis gave me the information on this dating app. But I did,
and now I knew I would have to keep it all screwed down tight.
But here at the poolside it was so hard to keep in, so tempting
to let it out.

I wouldn't let it out though, certainly not with my family here,
my husband with my kids splashing in the pool. I so desperately
wanted to go over and ask her if she was the one who had been
texting me but I took a deep breath but did nothing: somehow I
knew that if it was her, she would find me.

The girl's hair was wet, and though it had been tied back,
strands of it clung to her face and she pushed them away. Let me
do that, I thought from where I lay on the sun lounger, book open
on my knee, my cunt seeping. I didn't care about "Sense and
Sensibility" right now: I wanted to be on my hands and knees in
front of this child looking up at her as she smiled down at me. I
wanted my lips against hers. The only senses I wanted to fill was
mine. My tongue buried in her smooth hairless cunt, her hands
buried between my legs as she gently pumped my cunt from behind,
that's where her hands should be. Fuck, I groaned under my
breath.

For those of you who don't know, the self-torture of the secret
innermost world of an adult woman is a mix of emotions when it
comes to pre-teen girls. They're goddesses.

I went back to the book, about a world where so much was hidden.
Like now, I thought. I have to keep my thoughts hidden and wait
for the text from the girl. Best not to think too much on it and
wait and see who at the pool will text me.

I squeezed my thighs together just a little, wanting to both
suppress that faint tingle in my sex and make it more intense. It
was the rubber ball fix as I called it: you tried to squeeze the
feelings smaller but knew when you relaxed your grip a little it
comes to life, bouncier than before.

The swimming pool was noisy and there was no chance of any
privacy so I didn't know what the reason was for meeting here. As
one of my kids caught my eye, waving to me, I waved back. For
some reason the girl I had been admiring had caught my wave, and
was looking at me. To my astonishment she sauntered over towards
me.

I stared at her, trying not to gulp as a very naughty thought
flushed through my whole being. It was almost: you waved, I came,
you will cum.

Well, of course I could be mistaken. She was going somewhere
else, going to see her family or friends or aunt or whatever, not
me. It was coincidence she was walking this way, her feet
delicately leaving wet footprints on the tiles. Fuck how I could
worship something like that.

But there was no one behind me. She stopped and stood over me,
looking down, and then without invitation sat herself on the very
edge of my lounger, her perfect rear pressed up to my leg.

"Hello," I said, unsure what to say, my heart thumping, hoping my
family wasn't looking.

"I am pleased that you wore what I told you too," she said as she
sat next to me where I could feel the heat of her little body on
my leg. Her wet body. "I like women who can follow instructions.
Most women can't you know."

I stared at the girl, and then realized she was talking about the
women she had been with.

She continued, "Most women think they're smart but they're really
not."

I just nodded my head in agreement. Who was I to argue?

"I can stay until four," she said, looking at me. Pointedly.
"Then I have to go."

"Your friends?" I said, confusion on my face. "Are you here by
yourself?" I could imagine my husband noticing and asking
afterward who she was. Asking why I was looking flushed, no
doubt.

"You're not very smart Mrs James. I don't bring my friends to
something like this," the girl smiled and I blushed. She was
right of course.

"I don't know your name," I said.

"No," the ten year old giggled a little. "It's better for the
woman that way."

My heart skipped a beat. Actually, about five beats. "What way?"

"The best way," she purred.

"What?"

The little girl smiled at me, and then did something I never
expected. She put her hand on my bare, dry leg: this new pink
bikini with cartoon characters was for tanning, not getting wet,
fairly high up too. I gave a little gasp.

"You shouldn't," I said, but I didn't wriggle or try to move the
child's hand. "Not here in public." I also realized that with the
texting app I had traded my name for nothing from her. Was this
how it was going to be?

"Mrs James," she repeated, saying it as it meant something to
her.

"Where is your mother?" I asked as I had sudden doubt and panic
but couldn't move.

"At home, doing silly mother things. She knows, if that's what
you're worried about, Mrs James."

I gulped. This was fast becoming the weirdest conversation ever,
and I was helpless to stop it. "Knows what?"

"She knows I use an app on my cell phone to talk to older women
like you." She was grinning at me. "When I got out of the pool I
was very happy to see that you were here. Also that you were
wearing what I ordered you to."

Oh fuck. I was falling down some slippery, wet, hot slope.
Ordered me?

"What do you do?" My throat was so tight nothing but a squeak
came out. It made the youngster laugh.

"You're funny, Mrs James" she said. "Like you pretend you don't
want me to buy your body for the next two hours."

I have a theory here: I either passed out with shock and delight
and entered a dream state, or slipped into a parallel universe
where little girls say things like that but you couldn't feel
anything. But the way her still wet hand edged up my dry thigh
towards the temple of my desires reminded me I was in the here
and now.

"Maybe I will let you buy me." I hesitated and blushed. "You
don't know me," I said, registering this as the lamest, most
inane response ever to getting close to what you most want in
life.

The ten year old giggled more. "Bet I do."

Her hand was slipping inside my thigh, and I opened my legs a
little. Really I wanted to throw them wide open so my dampening
crotch was stretched taut over my sex, partly to make it easier
in case she wanted to stroke me there, or simply to show I had
surrendered. Pretty much the most basic body-language ever.

"We can't do anything here," I said, aware there was pool full of
people twenty yards away. Three of whom were my family. They
would probably notice Mommy french kissing a child, her hands
between my legs.

"Then let me get my money and we go in there," the girl nodded as
she stood up, "and bring your purse."

I didn't know where she meant, but it was going to be a whole lot
better than heavy public petting. On the other hand, she could
take me anywhere the way I felt. The local refuse dump would have
been fine too.

She let go of my leg, by now her fingers were about two inches
from my pulsing cunt, and we stood together, I bent over to pick
up my purse, not wondering why, just doing it. Then she walked
over to her lounge chair and picked up a small wallet and her
cell phone.

I shot a look at the pool: I could see my husband and the kids
splashing yards away in another more innocent world, so I could
leave them there for now. The little girl returned and took my
hand and led me away from the sun lounger. My book dropped open
on the concrete, but having abandoned any sense and sensibility,
it didn't matter if I lost my page.

We walked into the women's locker room that had cubicles for
modesty, though not too much. The place had a few women in it,
but they wouldn't take much notice of a mother and daughter,
though I wondered if any of them had noticed neither of us had
towels or our street clothes. Well, they let them wonder.

I sat down in the cubicle and asked: "Is this it?"

"No," said the girl with no name. "This is it, Mrs James," and
pressed her pretty little lips to mine.

Oh shit, I must have sighed into the kiss, moaning gently at the
way her little tongue pushed at my mouth, worming its wet way in,
finding mine. I opened wider, not caring if she shoved that
wonderful tongue down my throat. All the way through me to my wet
cunt. Top down licking, I suppose.

The little girl's hands were on my breasts, working my nipples
through the flimsy bikini top, making them hard under the cartoon
characters. For my part, I clutched her wet body to mine,
gripping that adorable firm, curved rear with my hands, pressing
her into me so we would melt into one.

She let go of my boobs, and ran her fingers down between us,
pushing at the crotch of my costume, at the mouse character over
my clit.

"I want you," I breathed into her mouth.

"I know!" She seemed to chuckle, but that darting tongue was
back, filling me, stopping me from talking. The best way to be
quiet, I thought, unless it was her sexy little cunt pressed down
on my lips. I could be quiet a very long time like that.

Her fingers were working against my bikini now. "Go inside me,
please, please, please," I whimpered. Damn, whatever happened to
dignity?

The little girl stopped rubbing my against my costume, "Fifteen
dollars Mrs James and I purchase your body for two hours," she
smiled. "No complaining and I don't care what you have up here,"
she said tapping the side of my head.

Dignity went home a long time ago. I would do anything for her,
and she knew it. "Damn it, Okay" I replied breathlessly.

She opened her small wallet and took out a five and a ten. The
little girl knew I would take the money to have her molest me. I
quickly stuffed the money in my small wallet then moved my
attention back to her.

The goddess stood beside me putting her left arm around the back
of head. She gently pushed my head into her arm so that she was
cradling my head. I looked up at her, so at ease. She smiled down
at me.

She opened her mouth a let out a dribble of spit that landed on
my forehead. The spit trickled down to my right eye. I was
momentarily taken aback and had to close my eye as her spit
pooled on it.

She was still smiling cradling my head. Then she took her right
index finger a moved it to the entrance of my right nostril.
Before I knew what she was going to do she gently pushed her
finger into my nose and wiggled it around.

I started to squirm and involuntarily tried to move away. "Shh,
Mrs James, stay still, this won't hurt I promise."

She pulled her finger out of my nose and rubbed it on my lips,
"Open wide for me," she smiled.

I did and she wiped her finger on my tongue. She leaned over and
dribbled spit into my mouth then put her fingers into my mouth
again feeling my tongue and lips. I smiled up at her. She removed
her fingers from my mouth and rubbed the pooled spit in my right
eye around on my face.

"You're a good little girl, Mrs James," smiled the youngster. My
heart leapt and my cunt tingled and I smiled at her.

Then she was grinning as she moved her hand down inside my
costume, feeling up into my sex, finding out that it was the
wettest part of me. The wet fingers of a child rubbing into my
sopping slit, feeling the shape, the depth, the heat. Feeling how
my juices were running.

Finding the hard nub of my clit and, oh shit, teasing it like she
knew how to bring off a woman like me. A woman desperate for the
hands and lips of a pretty little girl.

"Oh, I love you. Finger fuck me, angel," I breathed as she
reached in deeper, not knowing if she heard me as my lips were
mashed to hers. It was a stupid thing to say. I didn't know her
at all. Well, only sexually.

My hands were at her little slit now. I had hardly noticed I had
got my hands inside her costume, inside the wet fabric, rubbing
at her small hairless slit like she would cum for me.

Maybe she would, right after I came. "Please," I whispered again,
around her tongue.

She broke the kiss and slapped the side of my face with her right
hand. I was shocked then she slapped me again. "Be quiet Mrs
James, and take your hand from my bottom," she said mischievously
looking into my eyes.

"Yes, anything," I said, quickly pulled my hand back and plunged
back into a kiss more eagerly than before.

The ten year old removed her hand from my breast and brought it
to my chin, squeezing my chin, looking into my eyes.

"Stand up Mrs James," she ordered. As I did so she never removed
her fingers from my clit. My eyes were watering and my heartbeat
was off the charts. This youngster had control of me in the most
delicious way.

She looked into my eyes. "Dance for me Mrs James, cum hard slut!"
she said as she teased and pulled my clit.

I was dancing back and forth shifting my weight back and forth as
the little girl worked my clit.

"Look at me Mrs James, look at me as you cum" she growled as she
jammed four fingers into my cunt, her thumb rubbing my clit.

I came, moaning with my breath ragged and every fiber of me
alive. I stood, shaking with the exertion, the climax tearing
through me, in that small cubicle with people outside and my
family nearby and clinging to this child with her small fingers
in my cunt, not caring about anything.

"Mrs James," she said to me. "Naughty Mrs James, letting a little
girl finger her" she giggled.

"Yes, naughty Mrs James," I echoed, holding her onto her
shoulders in case I lost her forever.

Outside there were voices, female voices, the sound of the world
being normal. Normal unfulfilled women not knowing what it was
like to be played with by a ten year old, to be had by a child so
pretty in her wet pre-teen two piece bikini. Not knowing how hard
you cum when a little girl takes you by your clit and leads you
around. Makes you wet. Makes you want to come back for more.

She took me by my clit and literally led me to the toilet stall.

"Kneel for me Mrs James," the girl smiled at me.

I knelt down looking up at her. She slowly removed her bikini
bottoms and my face went flush and my mouth watered as I stared
at the smooth glistening little slit. She pushed my head back as
she mounted my face.

I kissed the ten year-old's sopping wet pussy full on and heard
girl groan as if the culmination of my efforts were being
realized. I pushed my nose into the bottom of her slit and ran it
up to her clit.

The girl sighed as the tip of my nose brushed across her swollen
knob. Instinctively she pushed her hips forward and spread her
knees far apart.

I pushed outwardly on the girl's thighs and drove my tongue deep
into the tangy wetness. I licked and sucked on the youngster's
cunt, making love to it. Just as I was getting into it, the
restroom door opened.

We froze.

My heart raced as I looked up at the girl. I squeezed tightly on
her waist not wanting her to step away from me.

"Are you all right in there?" came a female voice from the other
side of the wall.

We both looked at each other and smiled. We would have giggled if
we could but I wasn't sure if I should answer or if the youngster
should answer. She nodded her head at me to respond.

"U-uh, y-yes, I'm fine," I said with a smile in my voice.

"What are you doing in there?" inquired the woman. "Do you have
someone in there with you?"

My heart skipped a beat. My mind created and rejected a dozen
excuses. I looked up at the youngster helplessly.

The ten year-old smiled down at me, a look of calm on her face.
She reached down with her right hand and cupped the back of my
head and pulled me forward. She pushed her pelvis towards me and
said, "Uh, yes, there are two of us in here." As she spoke, she
pushed her pre-teen cunt onto my nose and slowly rubbed her
steamy flesh on the bony bridge and continued, "I'm not feeling
very good and my mom is helping me."

"Oh. Okay, just so long as everything is okay in there," the
woman replied as she took the stall next to ours.

The ten year-old gushed an incredible rush of girl juice when she
heard the stall door next-door close, and I tried to capture its
thick silky smoothness in my mouth. She pushed her knees apart as
far as they would go until her bikini bottoms snapped down around
her ankles. She held my face to her cunt and continued to rub
herself on my nose.

The thought of the woman sitting right next to us taking a shit
while she face fucked me was pushing her over the edge and I
instinctively knew that she loved the idea of letting this
unknown woman know what was 'really going on in there'.

My nose felt so good on her youthful slippery cunt and she bit
her lip to keep from moaning. Again I sensed that she desperately
wanted to let the woman know what was happening without 'saying'
anything and as she ground her cunt against me, I felt her
excitement too. How wonderfully depraved for this complete
stranger to somehow know that I was a little girl's whore and I
had my head buried between her ten year old thighs. I wondered
what devious ideas were racing through the girl's mind but doing
more was so dangerous, and we only had a few seconds before the
woman left.

The youngster lifted her right foot and tilted her toe. Her
bikini bottoms dropped off one ankle and bunched themselves
around her left ankle. Deliberately, she pushed her foot under
the divider until she KNEW that woman could see it! She held my
face to her cunt and kept rubbing and her juices were flowing
hard now as she got nearer to cumming!

The feeling of my nose as it split the soppy fleshy folds of her
young cunt was incredible and I felt a rush of naughtiness: when
the youngster had replied to the woman all I could do was stay
quiet and hope that the woman in the next stall believed her; but
now she had made it so obvious, my heart was pounding so hard
with excitement that I thought it might burst. The girl's
incessant rubbing was no help either as I tried to keep her as
steady as possible until she had an orgasm.

Through it all, the smell of a hot pre-teen pussy and the tangy
taste of youthful cunt juice in my mouth was deliciously
stimulating. I loved it, I loved being forced to do these dirty
deeds in public, and the possibility of getting caught with a
pre-teen cunt on my whore mouth was the most awesome, exciting
thing I could think of.

The sound of `plop, plop" into the toilet bowl reminded both of
us that the woman was just in the next stall and I heard the girl
giggle. Then there was the sound of toilet paper being pulled off
the roller, the rapid rustle of clothing, and the toilet flushed,
signaling the end of the woman's impromptu visit, and she left
without another word.

"Oh, gawd, that was close, huh Mrs James?" the youngster sighed
as she mashed her pubic mound down even harder onto my nose. She
whispered, "You're gonna make me cum now aren't you? You're gonna
be a good little whore and make my little girl cunt cum, aren't
you?"

I tried to nod my head and smiled into her saturated slit. Gawd,
I was so wet it was as if I had pissed myself!

The girl pushed her pelvis forward faster. She wanted to watch me
face fuck her pussy and grabbing my head, she positioned it so
that her little cunt was just over the my nose.

"Tilt your face up a little, Mrs James," the girl panted, "Ah,
just like that. Now hold that position and DON'T MOVE!"

The ten year-old slowly lowered her pubis bone down back onto my
nose, using the pretty proboscis as a wedge to split her swollen
labia until her clit nestled perfectly into the dip between my
bridge and my forehead.

She cooed her approval and slowly rocked her hips in response so
that her clit humped from my forehead down onto the top of nose,
and I could tell that the thumping and grinding was sending
violent shocks of erotic pleasure into the youngster's anus and
lower back.

I tried hard to hold my position. The girl's small amount of
pubic hair felt like sand paper on my forehead and for a moment I
feared it was making my skin raw as my nose was being driven into
pre-teen's sloppy cunt with each deep grind . I had to breathe
through my mouth because my nose and nostrils were covered in
slimy, sublime girl juice. I felt like I was just some sort of
sexual toy for this little girl's pleasure. I just felt like a
human rubbing post.

I held on as the humping and grinding increased. The ten year-old
bore down hard on my face and I could feel the girl's pubic bone
hump hard against me. It hurt, but the gooey warmth was
intoxicating. I knew the youngster was cumming and just tried to
hold my position.

Seconds later, it happened. I heard a deep guttural groan
intermixed with short staccato pants as the girl came.

"U-u-u-g-g-g-g-h-h-h-h! Oh...oh...u-u-g-g-h-h!"

The ten year-old's orgasm subsided slowly and she used my chin
like a rag to wipe any residual cum on. After a few extra humps
for good measure she let go of my face.

She leaned forward and whispered, "That was wonderful my little
love doll. Now put my bikini bottom back on. That nose of yours
is AWESOME! Mmmmmm, I love it." smiled the youngster. "When we go
back outside and I go like this," the ten year-old pointed to her
own nose, "it means I want YOUR nose again, okay Mrs James?" I
nodded my head. "Then you get up and come in here and wait for
me."

My face sticky and coated with girl cum, I smiled at her and
helped her step into her bikini bottoms, shimmying them up the
girl's slender thighs and placing them snugly against her cute
little cunt. I stood as the girl turned, unlocked the door and
skipped back towards the pool.

I didn't follow her straight away. Instead I walked across to the
restroom mirror and looked at myself. I looked like a slut, a
whore: cunt juice coated my face and was matted in my hair; the
bridge of my nose glowed red where it had been rubbed; my
miniscule bikini looked disheveled, one of my tits hanging out,
and the crotch buried between my swollen labia; my thighs
glistened with my own slime.

I smiled at my reflection and then set about trying to make
myself presentable.

***

She used my nose as a rubbing post two more times, rubbing her
little cunt up and down and around the bridge. Her little
whimpers and gasps of breath aroused her to a whole new level as
she rubbed her pre-teen cunt over my face, painting it with her
cream.

Each time I returned to the lounge chair, my husband looked
concerned and asked if everything was okay. "It must have been
something I ate," I said as I sat back down, trying not to look
at the girl as the ten year-old walked past me to her lounge
chair.

For the next hour I would get up from the lounger when the girl
touched the side of her nose and walk to the locker room where I
would meet her in the toilet stall. There this goddess would rub
her cunt and anus all over my face. My neck muscles and jaw
muscles were aching as I tried my best to worship her, to show my
devotion to her body.

We weren't disturbed again like the first time but a couple times
I had the feeling that my daughter had come in to washroom,
although I couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, the possibility only
added to the thrill of what I was doing.

 How many times did I cum? I lost count, but all good things had
to come to an end. At the appointed time the girl gathered her
stuff and left and I stood up and put my t-shirt and shorts on as
we gathered our own things, watching her pert little bottom sway
out of sight. What a day, a beautiful fucking day!

When we got home I brought myself off three times in the
bathroom, furiously rubbing my cunt and clit thinking of the
beautiful girl that molested me. Fuck! I would have to find this
Mrs Howard, the creator of this app, and get her to make some
changes to it. Oh yes, I had my ideas on how to make it better.

**

end of chapter 6