. So usually she wouldn't bother doing that at all, she would just put her panties back on, pulling it over her hairy wet slit.. Thinking of that made... me go crazy, I wanted her so bad, and I wanted to be the one to clean her.. With my tongue!Finally the day arrived that I would see her again.. I went to pick her up in my car, and was stunned again by her looks, she was so pretty, wearing white leggings and a tight tank top that made her tiny titties look so cute.. The legging was a bit too. Onwent the lipstick, and Mom blotted it with a tissue.She tied my hair with a couple of little ribbons, stood back, andsaid, "There! A regular little girl!"I looked in the mirror and there was a regular and rather prettylittle girl looking back at me. I screwed up my face and cried, "Ilook awful!" No, you look very pretty. My little girl." She turned to Sis."What should we call her?" How about Fran?" Oh, that's sweet! Fran it is, then." And from then on, I was Fran.It was a nice name,. Gerald Claxton’s face was just bursting with pride and beaming out an irrepressible smile that threatened to cleave his head in two around his mouth. As the choirmaster clapped and smiled he was telling himself that they must certainly have that trophy in their grasp now ... surely! ... but despite the audience’s adulation over this girl with the voice of an angel it still wasn’t enough to win them that coveted First Prize Trophy! It wasn’t even enough to get them into third place!As for Jessie. He stopped Karen whose head was resting against his stomach for his entire length was somewhere down her throat. "Give Doreen a chance to suck", he said. "You strip. Your sucking was terrific, now I want to shove my cock up your cunt". There was no objection to the 'c' word; she pulled away revealing a saliva covered prick which Doreen immediately let slide into her open mouth and as she sucked, Karen stripped, revealing his hoped for desire a massive triangle of hair at her groin.Pulling out.