Gosh, my little Henry has gone further down the girl path thanI have realized."Well, um ... Do you like him?" Daddy! Stop asking these embarrassing st...uff already!" he giggled.With dreamy eyes, he said, "Well, Cliff is very nice to me. And he'ssooo cute! All the girls in my class want to get close to him, but hedidn't like them at all. He said he likes me a lot more than thosegirls. And best of all, he always stood up for me when I got bullied." You are being bullied at school?" Uh huh. There's. Ahmed stepped back to stare, his eyes were wide open, he was in heaven and I knew he was just getting started, "oh god I do love you!" he said once again as he stepped towards me and started kissing my face all over and squeezing my breasts with both hands, his kisses were quick and fast, clearly inexperienced kisses, his kisses moved down to my large breasts, taking turns to suck each of my now erect nipples as I felt both of Ahmed's hands now fondling my asscheeks. At this point I stopped. Christian Knight was tall, around 6'2 and he had an atheletic, muscular frame. He had olive toned skin, beautiful features and exquisite grey-green eyes. His hair was black, streaked with only a hint of silver, just hinting at an older age than his other features gave away. It was hard to put an age on him, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties. "Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte." Urm, yes, you must be Mr Knight," I stuttered, feeling slightly overpowered. What I could not resist was the temptation to fuck her spectacular tits. I lubed my throbbing cock and stepped onto the access stool. My prick, which is not small, was lost in her cleavage. I cupped the sides of her immaculate tits; they were soft and cool, as perfect to touch as they were to look at. I squeezed her breasts together gently, making them into a cunt. I began to thrust back and forth, staring at her tortured face as I ****d her tits. Her eyes were shut tight against the pain, her.