Claire was almost eleven and the oldest in my math class, with long flowing blonde hair going slowly dirty-blonde and a very small lithe frame with a ...very nice little bubble butt and little mosquito bites on her chest which would obviously grow into huge, beautiful, bouncy tits that all the boys would love. She had a very cute face with high cheekbones and bright blue eyes that shone like little emeralds when the light caught them. Claire wasnt a cool kid but she desperately wanted to be one of. “Mmmmm,” she snuggled onto me.I stroked over her broad back, one leg between hers, feeling her bush against my thigh. Her left tit squashed onto my chest as she breathed onto my neck. She was committed; heavy and warm and lovable.“Are you going to marry Alice?” she asked after a minute or two.“Not as far as I know.” I gave her a squeeze and ran a hand through her hair.“She’s completely stuck on you.”That was news to me. Or was it? It made me realise I hardly knew Alice at all really.“She’s. I smiled up at her and thanked her, and immediately wrapped my hands around the hot mug. At that moment I needed the warmth of the steamy liquid more than I needed the caffeine. I sat there for a few minutes, absorbing the heat and staring off into space, wondering if I had finally lost my mind. I shook my head giving myself a sarcastic half-smile as I finally brought the mug up for a first sip of the rich liquid."Hi," said a deep voice with that adorable southern accent I had heard only at the. Quickly John suggested they make themselves comfy in her bedroom; Joan hesitated and a firmer John now demanded they move to the bedroom now; suddenly without her releasing her son's cock she led him into her room and only then reluctantly released the red hot cock from her hand as she shed her clothes in double quick time at her domineering son's insistence. Now feeling even bolder; John demanded she get on all fours and show him her anal ring; in a dream like state Joan did exactly that;.