But at the time ofthis story, the bridge was so rickety and rotten that children werewarned in no uncertain terms to stay away from that bridge. Of c...ourse,such warnings couldn't keep certain children away, even to save theirlives.So far, the bridge has stood the ravages of time. There was talk ofdemolishing the bridge, and even replacing it with a brand-new much-stronger bridge. But so far, nothing had come of the talk.This particular summer day, two apparent eleven-year-old girls. She was the most preppy of all the girls, always wearing “Hollister” and “Abercrombie and Fitch”. Not to mention constantly reading the latest fashion magazine. She was a skinny brunet with long hair, and a beautiful face with a perfect nose. Like I said earlier, she looked like a model.Anyway, the boys in our group were Jeff, Carlos, Andrew, Matt, Isaiah, Kevin, and Joe. Carlos, Matt, and Andrew were all skaters. They would ride around with their long skater hair on their skateboards,. So it was me that became the physical one in needing to satisfy this wild new full homo side of me that couldnt get enough of Jeff's thick seven and half inches of prick Pecker.For nearly ten full blissful minutes, I sucked for the pure lust and pleasure until those all too firmiliar urges to HAVE HIM CUM IN MY MOUTH took me fully over.It was then Jess stopped me while taking half a step back in order to bend at the waist and retrieve his moss top rubber of three loads.He bit off its top just. You don't mind tasting your own cum, do you. It's got my love juices mixed all in with it." I got down between her legs, again, as she pulled her pussy's lips apart for me to tongue up into. "Oh, Russell, perfect, oooh, right in there. Oh, go round and round. Oooh, yes. Mmm." Again, she started humping against my face, rubbing herself all over me, my tongue trying to stay up in her slit. Then, she let out a loud moan, "UUHN, UUHN, oh, oh, oh, Russell, don't stop, darling boy, don't stop. Mmm.".