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                        A Little Summer Heat
                         by Donovan Edwards

     'Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhhh Wretchedness!'  I sighed to myself. My
consulting job was coming to an end.  I had milked it for all it was
worth and the dead horse didn't deserve beating any fucking more. I
had the Novell net set up and working beautifully.  Added a couple of
custom database applications, standardized in the Windows environment
and I was pretty much all set. Even backing up the entire system could
be done with the push of a single button.  It was flawless.  It was
perfect.  It was done.  Finally.

     It was the height of a scorching summer and it had taken me about
a year to finish the project correctly from start to finish.  Most of
the techie stuff had been done and done well, now I was in the final
phase: Teaching users how to get the most out of the system.  I had
made everything push button simplistic and everyone seemed to get it,
however, I needed someone with better than average user knowledge to
teach all of the technical aspects to, just in case something went
wrong after I departed.  Jim Nevin, the branch director, knew that
Linda Taylor and I didn't get along as well as others in the office,
but he also knew that Linda had the best technical aptitude of the
entire office, even better than himself.  He thought that she should
hold the position of Network Administrator after I left.  What Jim
didn't know, and what nobody else in the office knew, was that I had
been fucking Linda Taylor pretty steadily since the previous
Christmas.

     We hid it very well.  Very well indeed.  In the office, we said
the perfunctory good mornings and that was it, but outside the office,
we fucked up a storm.  Linda's marriage was on a crash course,
sputtering and spiraling to a fiery death.   She wasn't even trying to
save it.  She didn't care anymore, and she wanted out.  Her husband,
Randy, was getting it elsewhere, she suspected, and supposedly had
been for a long time.  Her kids, three of them, looked to me as just
some guy in their mother's office.  Little did they know.  By this
time, Jessica was 10, Jodi was 3, and Bobby was a year and some
change.  They were all spitting images of their mother, redheaded and
freckle-faced.

     Randy Taylor, from the two times that I had met him, seemed to be
the stereotypical 'High school jock who couldn't make it', avid beer
drinking, out with the boys, leave me the fuck alone I'm watching
football type of guy.  I didn't feel guilty one single iota about
fucking his wife.  In his house, in his bed, in my car, in my
apartment, in a cheap, rancid hotel where she had to wash off my cum
in the sink because it didn't have a shower.  Not guilty at all.  I
rationalized that he had brought this down upon himself.

     Secretly, I hoped that he knew.  Why, I don't know.  Maybe I
wanted him to change and become the man that he promised her he'd be.
Linda and I had great times together, but that was that.  We both knew
that this was a temporary thing.  I had no intentions of taking her
away and marrying her.  At the time, I was 24 and she was 32.  She had
no intentions of forcing a divorce upon him either.  She figured that
it would just end one day when they both called it quits.  In my own
head, I knew that she still loved him in some perverse way, and I
wanted them both to get it together, not only for their sake, but for
the sake of their kids.

     We didn't even make a great effort to hide the torrid affair
outside of the office.  I even went as far as fucking her in the
backseat of my Olds in a McDonald's parking lot! . . . On a Friday
night even!  The coil springs bucked and squeaked and even though I
couldn't see, I knew that a bunch of high school kids were transfixed
at the sight of this car bouncing up and down seemingly of it's own
accord. When we were done, the car reeked of pussy, and the backseat
was drenched in sweat and breast milk.

     During our months together, Linda herself began to change, for
the better.  She seemed to walk a little more upright.  New hairstyles
appeared spontaneously.  Even smiles danced across her freckled face.
The clothes grew tighter and more revealing.  She had even lost a
little weight, in all the right places.  Her ass was still plump and
luscious, her tits were still two big melodious honeydew melons that
squirted voluminous fountains of milk almost on command.  I had even
taken to laying across her lap and sucking for all I was worth.  Bobby
had been weaned by then, but I was more than happy to make up for the
loss.  She would even cum while I suckled her, her tits quivering and
slapping me in the head.

     In the seven months since our initial, nasty encounter, there
wasn't a place in her house, or my apartment or a hotel within 100
miles that we hadn't left wet spots.  I even fucked her in her fridge!
I bent her at the waist and shoved her entire upper body into the
large refrigerator and fucked her pussy silly while her titties
bounced back and forth over butter and cold beer cans and shit like
that.  When I took her out, she was freezing from the waist up, but
her nipples were like thumbs trying to hitchhike!

     There wasn't a spot on her body that my dick didn't travel to.  I
fucked her in her fiery red cunt, in her blubbery buttcheeks, in her
hot mouth, between the globes of her tits, and even between her toes!
At the time I thought this was strange, but the experience was quite
pleasurable.

                   *     *     *     *     *     *

     It was one of my last 'in-office' days and I decided to begin the
cleanup process, taking and boxing up my stuff.  My office was a
temporary one, so they had located me down the hall quite a distance
from the Receptionist's desk and anything else, for that matter.  I
didn't mind.  In fact, I liked the isolation, after all, I am the
stereotypical computer person:  Not a 'people person' at all.  The
office was large too.  Larger than Jim, the director's office even.
Even with a two large desks, a credenza, a sofa that appeared to be
about 8 feet long, and several chairs, the office was still very
spacious.

     I finished most of the packing and had two boxes seated on the
floor.  It was morning and I had shown up first, letting one of the
cleaning crew let me in.  By the time I had finished packing, it was
9:00am and the office was just beginning to come to life.  I walked
down the long hallway to the main office.  The first person to greet
me was Cindy, Jim Nevin's 11 year old daughter.  During the Summer,
instead of shelling out a few bucks for a day-camp or a baby-sitter,
he thought it would be better if he brought her to the office and let
everyone else keep an eye on her.  It was frugal, but it was a shitty
thing to hit your employees with baby-sitting duty.

     Cindy had a habit of terrorizing the office, not in a bratty sort
of way, but more of a 'Stop whatever you're doing and play with me'
sort of way.  I couldn't blame her.  Spending her Summer days couped
up in an office with a bunch of old folks, in fact, that's how I felt
most of the time.  I was the only one close to Cindy's age, even
though, at 24, she still saw me as part of the 'grown-up
establishment'.  She had an unusual way of looking at things.  Not
childlike, just intelligently naive.  She would even talk about
politics and world current events.  I asked her how she knew so much
and she said that she watched CNN in the morning while her father was
getting ready for work.

     I liked Cindy, in a fresh, new idea sort of way.  Nothing sexual,
at first that is.  Cindy even seemed to like me, because I talked to
her like an adult, and not like a little kid.  She even said that she
appreciated me not being condescending to her.  But, if she screwed up
around me I told her about it and chewed her out just like I'd do to
anyone else.  She seemed to like the equality.  Most of Cindy's time
had been spent going from one person to the next seeing what they were
doing, and then getting shooed away.  When she came to me, I made a
genuine effort to explain what I was doing and why.  She even seemed
to comprehend some of my techno-babble.  Consequently, I took her
under my wing as my gopher/proteg‚.

     "Susan's not here today . . . Go log in at her computer.  The
password is Z-E-O-S Twelve"  I told her.  She followed directions
implicitly and this was no major task for her.  She skipped down the
long hall and booted and logged in to Susan's PC.  She even knew how
to ring me and begin a chat session.  For 11, her typing skills were
getting better by the day, she was familiar with the home-row keys and
on a good day, could get up to about 35 wpm without error.  Her
slimmer fingers seemed to give her an advantage.  I don't know why.

     We chatted for a few minutes, I ran some diagnostics and told her
that everything was O.K. and she could come back.  I walked out of my
office and made my way to the bathroom.  It was located off of the
hall between my office and the main office.  Cindy turned the corner
and spied me on her way back.  She started running towards me, getting
up a full head of steam and running wide open.  Her white summer dress
flouncing as she kicked like an Olympian.  As she approached, she
didn't slow down and slammed into me giggling all the while.  She hit
my midsection so hard, I thought I'd piss on myself right there.

     "That was great!  I did it right, right?."  She was looking up at
me.  It was if I was noticing her for the first time.  Cindy is a
beautiful girl, if an 11 year old can be considered beautiful.  I
guess it was more like 'Cute with the potential for beauty at some
later date'.  Her blond hair, little, slightly upturned nose, and
cocoa brown eyes gave her an incredibly beautiful appearance.

     "Yeah, you did O.K."  I said, flicking her cute nose.  "There's a
surprise for you in my office."

     "What is it?"

     "Go see."  I said knowingly.  I walked around her to the bathroom
singing 'Take Me Out to the Ball Game.'

     "Hardballs!"  She exclaimed, and then ran to my office giggling
at her play on words.  I had a pirated copy of a great baseball game
called 'Hardball'.  I didn't even have to teach her how to play
it, she took to it all so quickly.  Her brother was on the high school
team, so she knew the rules relatively well.  Once I taught her a few
strategies like 'Hit and Run' and how to maximize her lineup, she had
a powerhouse team.  My team was tops though.  Undefeated through 62
games and nobody had even come close.  I had the Boston Red Sox, and
my lineup was comprised of the best the American League had to offer:
Vaughn, Canseco, Mcguire, Henderson, Boggs, Griffey Jr., Fielder,
Frank Thomas, Bo Jackson . . . only the best.  The pitching staff was
stellar:  Clemens, Mcdowell, Eckersly, Viola, Randy Johnson, Guzman.
My numbers were astronomical, I had even exported my team stats into a
Lotus spreadsheet to graph them.

     I grabbed hold of my dick and was a little surprised at how small
it seemed.

     "What are you afraid of, boy?"  I spoke to it.  "She's a kid,
don't be afraid.  I won't even think about it, so don't worry."  The
conversation was ridiculous.  My dick was afraid of showing want for
an 11 year old!  The piss felt great.  It seemed as if I had been
storing it for a while because it jetted out of me and splashed off of
the urinal.  I had to stand back a bit to avoid getting wet.

     "If we can put a man on the moon, surely we can invent a
splash-guard for the male urinal!"  I said out loud.  It was a joke,
but it was a good idea.  I washed the few stray splashes of whizz off
of my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.  "Not stunning, but
I'll do."  I said, and chuckled a bit.  'Maybe the bod did need a
little work' I thought.  "Well, the rest of the summer is open and the
bank account is stuffed!"  I was right.  This would probably be one of
my last days at the office and the consulting fees I had worked up
were quite substantial.

     I walked back to my office expecting to find Cindy quietly
playing games on my PC, but she wasn't there.  I assumed that she had
left and found something else to do, but I could see a hint of white
fabric coming out of the bottom-front of my desk.  Cindy had a little
game she liked to play on people.  Hide under their desk and wait
until they sat down to scare the shit out of them.  I had fallen pray
on several occasions, but not this day.  I slowly walked around and
sat at my desk and began playing Hardball with my team.

     "Hmmm.  I wonder where Cindy went."

     I heard her giggle.

     "She didn't want to play baseball?  Well, looks like I'm gonna
have to change her team statistics."

     "You better not!"  Said the voice beneath me.

     "Oh my, I'm hearing voices.  Is that Cindy?  But I don't see her.
Where oh where can she be?"  She giggled again and pinched my leg.
"What was that?  Cindy was that you?  I can't see you.  You couldn't
be hiding . . . undermydesk!"  I screamed and fell to the floor,
grabbing her and tickling her through her thin dress.  It was dark
beneath my desk, but I could make out Cindy's face, her teeth gleaming
in laughter as I tickled her sides.  I made up my mind to teach her a
lesson once and for all, and maybe cop a good feel in the process.

     "Pleeeeeeeeezzzz!"  She giggled out with tears in her eyes.  I
was relentless, I had gotten one of her sneakers and socks off and was
going nuts on the sole of her foot.  Cindy squirmed and bucked trying
to get away, but the laughter was making her very uncoordinated.  I
knew she was in pain.  My brother used to do this to me when I was
younger and I know that after a while, the laughter doubles you over
with abdominal pain.  Cindy was gasping now, desperate for air,
clawing and kicking at my hands with her free leg.  I was seated on
the floor behind my desk, holding her foot tight and rubbing the
fingers back and forth over the naked soles very lightly.  I could see
a little better now, and through her thrashing, Cindy's dress had
ridden up to her waist and she made no effort to pull it down to a
modest level.  I could see the well defined mound through her little
white 'baby-doll' panties.

     I stopped the tickle-torture, she sat up and I stared into her
sparkling, tear-streaked eyes.  It seemed as if, for the first time, I
was really considering her features, examining her woman/child-like
charms to the fullest.  She WAS beautiful, very beautiful.  She wasn't
a girl in my eyes anymore, she was a woman, although a very small one.

     "How did you know I was down here?"  she asked, snapping me out
of my trance.  I still held her foot in my hands and unconsciously
began massaging it.  I didn't want to admit what I was feeling for
this 11 year old, but I definitely was feeling something.

     "Hmmmmm . . . that feels good."  She sighed.  I broke our gaze
and looked down to see my hands rubbing her feet sensuously.  I was
shocked that I was actually doing it, and before I could think
straight, she told me not to stop.  I gave in, to this at least, and
continued to stroke the foot, occasionally caressing the ankle and
calf.  Cindy was smiling at me all the while.  A radiant, womanly
smile that did nothing to quell my feelings for her.  What feelings
were those?  I honestly couldn't say, but at that moment, I thought it
was a bizarre kind of love.  I was at ease around Cindy.  I didn't
have to pretend or become a fake human being.  Cindy herself was a
fresh alternative to most of the pretentious people that I seemed to
have to deal with on a daily basis, 'Paper People', I called them:
Shallow, no depth whatsoever.  Cindy was different, brutally honest,
and with an amazing combination of naivet‚ and intelligence.

     I thought that I had worked myself up enough to send her away, go
to the bathroom and jerk off 10 or 20 times.  I was on fire.  My dick
felt like a bar of iron in my pants.  I playfully tickled her foot
again and then let it drop . . . right onto my very erect dick!

     "Donny, you're hard there!"  She exclaimed.  I was shocked
shitless, but my cunt-hungry dick took over all thoughts and actions.

     "Where is that?"  I asked.  I didn't want to push it too hard,
too fast, so I just decided to let her fill me in on how much she
knew.  All the while, never thinking that it would lead to anything
more than a little dirty talk.

     "Your dick, stupid!"

     "How do you know about dicks?" I asked incredulously.

     "Don't look at me like that!  It's not like I've done it, or
anything, but I've heard stories.  I even saw my brother doing it in
the shower."  Her reply slapped me in the face.  I couldn't believe
it.  Not only was I having this conversation with an 11 year old, but
she had seen Johnny, her 15 year old brother having sex in the shower.

     "You saw Johnny Rotten having sex?"  Her brother was a real
brat-type.  We called him Johnny Rotten.  He was a good kid though, no
worse than I was when I was 15.

     "No, not really.  He was pulling on it.  Whad'ya call it,
'Wanking'?"

     "Among other things."  I replied.  I was a little angry at myself
for not using better judgment and shutting this thing down, nipping it
in the bud before it got completely out of hand.

     "Do you wank it?"  She asked.  Her bare foot was now sliding up
and down my crotch.  I didn't want to believe that an 11 year old
could make a conscious decision to foot-fondle someone 13 years her
elder.

     "Occasionally."  I said, feeling more and more uneasy.

     "Show me!"  She smiled.  Damn it was sexy.

     "You're a little young, don't you think?"  This hurt her, and I
knew it would even before I said it, but I had to do something to
diffuse the situation.  From her dejected expression, I thought it had
worked, but it didn't.

     "You don't mean that.  I saw you glancing . . . "  She looked
down to her crotch.  Eyeing her panties that were still partially
visible to me.  Precocious was not the word to describe Cindy, she was
more like Intelligent beyond her 11 years.  "Trying to say that you
weren't looking at me?  Too young, huh?  What were you thinking of to
get you like this?"  She asked, pushing her foot harder into my
crotch.  "I'm not even ticklish . . . I was just playing."  I grabbed
her bare foot and feathered my fingers against the sole.  Nothing.
She was right.  She wasn't the least bit ticklish.  She was a
tremendous actress.  Then the sudden realization hit me that this
girl, this child, this pre-pubescent beauty, was attempting to seduce
me, but something in her plan had gone awry.  "Here's mine."  She
pulled her white panties to the side showing me the hairless pot of
gold beneath.  I gasped. My mouth hung open and my eyes grew wide.  It
was beautiful.  She snapped the panties back to her crotch and started
again to foot-massage my dick through my trousers.

     I was defeated.  My cock was portraying my true feelings.  I
closed my eyes and put my head back, reveling in the feeling that her
small foot was giving me.

     "Lemme see it."  She purred.  I complied quickly, much too
quickly.  Before I could stop myself, I had scooted my pants and
shorts down to my knees and tried to catch my breath as my dong stood
proudly, inspecting the scene.

     She started her manipulations again, sliding the foot down the
sides, stopping only to tickle the sensitive underside with her big
toe.  I don't know how, but she definitely knew what she was doing.

     "For someone who's never done it, you sure know how to do it!"

     "Johnny Rotten taught me."  I snapped back to attention and
stared at her, waiting for more.  "He was in the shower . . . He
didn't let me touch it, but he did show me how to wank it and where it
felt good to touch it.  I wanted to touch it . . . to kiss it, but he
wouldn't let me.  Anyway, that was that, his wasn't nearly as big as
yours." It felt good to hear.  I knew that I was of average size, but
I guess I appeared monstrous compared to her 15 year old brother.

     "Maybe you could kiss mine."   I couldn't stop myself from saying
it.  This was a point of no return.  If she hesitated at all, I'd stop
the game, but if this young creature put her lips to my dork, there
would be no chance of her getting out of this office a virgin, and I
knew it.

     She seemed to know how important a moment this was, and she
didn't hesitate at all.  She quickly maneuvered herself between my
legs and grabbed my dingaling with one of her small hands.  I could
feel her warm breath coating my cock and balls.

     "HardBalls"  She giggled into my crotch.  She was right,  I was
as hard as I'd ever been, harder than I thought humanly possible. When
Cindy started rubbing my cock, the skin was so tightly wrapped, that
the friction and the heat made me think that I was going to explode.
Not just 'cum' explode, but 'blow up' explode, like a sausage in a
microwave.

     Without any warning at all, she swooped down and covered my
dickhead with her lips.  The hot, tight opening sucked and vacuumed
the head, while her tongue worked back and forth against the sensitive
underside.

     I was grunting now, lunging my hips and trying to force my entire
cock into her mouth, taking her by the golden hair and fucking her
face.  Her slim fingers were digging deeply into my thighs.  The added
pain was pleasurable.

     "Ohhhhh Yeahhhhh!"  My words were a long whisper.  I had never
felt anything like it, and I wanted more.  I wanted it all.  I let go
of her hair and starting caressing Cindy's back.  I could feel the
thin straps of the trainer bra and each vertebrae beneath her skin.  I
used both hands to pull the dress up and over her back.  Her young
body was beautiful, not that of a child, but of a young woman.  Her
amazingly narrow waist lead to beautiful hips and slim, well muscled
legs.  For an 11 year old, little Cindy was a complete knockout!

     I tugged at the bra, the rubber-band like straps stretching and
snapping.  I couldn't find the clasp, and believe me, I tried.  I
thought that maybe it was in the front, but then I thought that that
design was reserved for those who want easy access tit action.  It
couldn't hurt to look.  I groped underneath Cindy, her bobbing head
still suctioning my cock like a Hoover Deluxe vacuum cleaner.  The
little triangles of cottony material covered two soft hills of flesh
that I couldn't help but squeeze and caress.  Cindy moaned when I did
this, and the moaning only added to the intensity of the blow-job that
I was receiving.  I could feel the stream begin to churn and bubble
within my balls and I knew that I couldn't possibly hold out much
longer, so I decided to get a little respite.

     I pulled Cindy's head up to meet mine.  Her eyes were sparkling
and she was smiling, saliva coating her lips.  I got to my knees with
my cock bouncing majestically.

     "Holy shit!"  I gasped.  In my absent-minded, fuck-lust filled
state, I had forgotten that the door to my office was wide open.  I
quietly got to my feet, forgetting that my pants were now down to my
ankles and tripped trying to get to the door.  Cindy laughed, and I
laughed too, though, not as hard as her.  I shimmied my pants, shoes
and socks off and crawled to the door, closing it and locking it.  I
turned out the florescent overhead lights and hoped and prayed that if
anyone came looking for me, they would think I was in the downstairs
cafeteria or in the computer room upstairs.

     I stood up in the new darkness and listened.  My computer monitor
glowed green against the far wall, but that wasn't really enough to
see everything.  I could hear Cindy moving about, and then I saw her
crawling from behind my desk.  She had removed all of her clothes. The
sight of her naked form crawling across the floor like a kitten made
me want her all the more.  She sat on my sofa and crossed her legs
provocatively.  It was too dark to make her out completely, but I knew
that she was smiling, waiting for more.

     "Come over here."  Her voice was a deep, throaty growl.  I moved
to her, slowly, letting my dick swing to and fro.  Cindy reached
beside the sofa and turned on the table lamp.  We could see each other
better now, and we were both smiling widely.  Her body was fantastic.
Her breasts weren't really breasts, just globs of fat that sat on her
chest topped with two perky, pink nipples.  I longed to suck them.

     Unbuttoning my shirt, I stopped in front of her, hoping that she
would take the initiative.  And she did.  She slid my dick into her
hot mouth with one stroke and began a suck action that quickly brought
me to the edge again.  I pulled out.  It was too intense.  I wanted
her first cumshot to be her best.  I caught my breath, kneeling in
front of her, spreading her young legs.  Just looking at the young
hairless slit made me shiver with want.  I simply had to eat it.  My
tongue painted up and down, back and forth across the barren plateau
that was her snatch.  The soft, hairless, unstretched lips were
opening to me, throbbing, and hot, very hot.  She raised her legs
around my face and I could feel the silky inner thighs caressing my
ears.

     "Ohhhhhh lickk meeeeee!"  The rosy bud of her clit bared itself
and I latched onto it and began to suckle.  This drove Cindy wild. She
bucked, tossed and turned, clamping her smooth thighs around my head
and thrashing me about with her.  I held on to her hips for fear that
she'd snap my neck, alternately licking and sucking her little nub. I
tried to hold onto her hips, but she was bucking too wildly.  She was
coming, I assumed for the first time, and it was heaven for her.

     I pulled back.  I could see the glistening ooze coating her young
snatch, her belly and small tits heaving with each breath.  Cindy's
pussy looked incredibly inviting, and small, very small.  It looked
too small, in fact, for what I wanted next.  I wanted to at least try
it, and Cindy sensed it.  She really didn't know what came next.  All
she knew was that I had just made her feel better than she'd ever felt
in her whole life.  It wasn't enough for me.  I still wanted to at
least try to slide myself into that virgin, pre-pubescent box.  She
read my eyes and sensed my apprehensive feelings.

     "Yes . . . I want to."  Her voice was confident, and although I
knew that she had no idea what was in store for her, I went against my
better judgment and all of my good senses and continued on.

I grabbed Cindy's legs, spreading them slowly.  She complied.  I
wasn't sure if this was going to work at all.  I knew that this was
wrong, very very wrong, but the sight of that stunning young thing
with her slender legs spread widely and wanting me made me bypass all
good reasoning.

     It's usually at this point where I make a conscious decision to
wear a condom or not.  My mind raced.  'This is an 11-year old virgin!
What disease can she possibly have?'  I only gave a passing
consideration to the fact that maybe she was old enough to get
pregnant. Just the thought of an pre-teen carrying my child was too
bizarre even for me to comprehend.  Against my better judgment, I
didn't ask Cindy if she had started her periods.  I just assumed that
she had.  'She's got breasts, she's got hips, she must have it.'  6th
grade Health class had finally paid off.

     Even after weighing the risks, I didn't care.  Neither did my
dick.  It was even harder than it had been before, if that's possible.
It was so hard, and the skin was so tight, it actually hurt.  Too much
blood flowing through my tube.  It pulsed an eerie pink/purple with
every heartbeat.  I still didn't care.  My mind and my dick were in
final agreement:  YES.

     She was waiting now, her legs spread obscenely.  She was a very
flexible girl, able to put her knees to her budding chest as she
doubled herself.  I grabbed myself while looking down at her, slowly
inching forward so that my dickhead was at the entrance of her
miniature box. I so wanted not to hurt her, doing my best to make her
first experience a good and memorable one.  Then I cursed myself for
doing this at all.  I'd always been horny, but this was illegal, and
immoral, but the tightness that I was feeling was too much to turn
back.  I was being surrounded, enveloped by the hottest, tightest,
most incredible orifice that I had ever experienced.

     "Oooooooooo it's so big.  Unnnggggghhhh."

     "Does it hurt, Cin?"

     "Only a little.  MMmmmmmmmm."  I knew she was lying.  It occurred
to me that I was going about this the wrong way.  I pulled the head of
my dick out, watching it emerge from the hairless lips.  I got to my
feet, pulling the naked Cindy up with me.  I brushed her hair from her
face and bent to kiss her forehead.  'One day..'  I said to myself
'maybe when she's older, I'll make her mine permanently.' I meant it.
Cindy hugged me tight, my dick bobbing against her belly.


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