?Well?? he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts. Katie stared at her shoes. ?Yes, I'll do it,? ?Good, good. Take your shirt off the...n.? Katie took a shaking breath and pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Goosebumps rose on her arms in the chilly air. Her bra was white with pink stripes. Ricky assessed her like a piece of meat at market. ?Good stomach. Very flat and firm. Tan consistent throughout. Very good. Okay, take the jeans off.? Slowly, Katie. If you want me to I will for you. Just clear it with your mom." Jennie said.I was just joking. I started to think about girls in a different way.They were as bad as guy, if not, worse. I guess that expression, find them, feel them fuck them and forget them was beginning to make sense to me. I got dressed and left.I went home and mom was up. She looked at me and asked. "Is everything al right John?" I'm not sure mom." Want to talk?" "Yeah, if you don't mind."We went into her sewing room, mom's. She whimpered, trying to prepare herself for the next thrust, and yet it still caught her unprepared.On his knees but his back straight, he took a deep breath and pushed his head downwards, his eyes on her anal ring until he was too close to focus and he felt his nose buried in his mistress's bottom.Then he dipped his back and pushed his jaw forward so he could push his tongue out and swirl it over her genitals that now tasted of her sweet nectar. Her cries told him how well he was doing, and. He realised that this was three years ago long before things had changed so dramatically courtesy of the 'Sexual Freedom Charter'. "What did your mum think?" Mum! Oh she was all for the idea. And she would have let him too 'cept for one thing." Let me guess, his size?" Fucking oath it was his size. 10-inches long and 21⁄2-inches thick was just a little bit too much for a twelve-year-old girl with a tiny little arsehole like mine." So what did you do?" Took some butter to school with me of.