It had about a quarter inch of cream colored fluid in the bottom. "It isn't much, but Maddie is starting to produce! This was this morning's pump res...ults. Yesterday it was just a few drops!" She sipped from the glass. "It is really sweet!" she commented, handing me the cold glass.I took a taste, "Wow, overly sweet!" I drank the rest down. "Well, you obviously like it. But anyway, are you here to do what I think you are?"I pulled her close. "Yes, I am. This is a one time thing, but I am. " Yes... , Silly!" she laughed. "But if you're nice—maybe I'll let you." she giggled in that way little girls have that is so endearing.My dear little SeatmateI learned her name was Dora Mae Lindsey and she lived just a couple farms away from where our rented house was located.Although she was only twelve years old, she intrigued me. Even though I was fourteen, I had become a bit impressed with myself. Coach Swank had told me that I had made the High School basketball team a year earlier than. When my wife got home she knew he would be there. She told me in the shower that she was nervous and didn't know if she could do anything with her father watching. I told her to relax and I was sure she would enjoy the whole experience. She then asked me what I meant by pleasuring her father herself if she wanted to. I told her I wouldn't mind if she decided to let her father fuck her. I suggested she could turn towards me on the bed so as not to look at him and he could take her from behind.. I watched a little while longer after that but I think Tom had fallen asleep so I turned in myself.The next day, Saturday, I sat with Tom for breakfast. All the time, I was thinking about him wanking in my spare bed. It seemed I was going to have one of those wet, horny days!Tom went into town to hang out with his mates after breakfast and I was free to think about the previous evening. I guessed that, like most teenage boys, he would be rubbing his cock at every opportunity. So I thought I.