He’s moaning and groaning now and I’m smiling, proud of my work.“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re so dirty, baby!” I squeeze his bal...ls again and he groans. “You’re such a dirty, dirty boy. I bet you’d like it if I call you daddy, wouldn’t you?” he shakes his head, but the mere mention of the word daddy makes him harder than I even thought was possible. “Oh yeah. You like that, don’t you daddy!” He squirms and continues to moan under my tongue. “What a dirty little man-whore you are! You. So I said goodbye to josie and just as I headed home she caught me up and asked me if I knew about the parents Evening tonight I was not that bothered until I was walking down my street and I thought about what my mom had done this morning, I tried to put it off but the second I walked into my home I heared m mom call "Jason get changed we got to go to the school"! I quickly got changed and got into the car. We parked at the car park and she slipped her hand down my jeans and started Playing. The language might not be of an 11 year old but this was some 40 years plus ago, so i cant remember it exactly, but the actions are fact. Im 14 years old, in my last year at school, and I find myself the head boy, I cant for the life of me think why, it wasnt down to my academics, I skipped as many classs as I could, not that I was thick, dad had books at home covering most thing and I would read these, so my education was full, but not as taught at school. From an early age I found it easy to. I keyed the mike saying they were arming a LAW as I rolled out of the car facing the bad guys and took careful aim shooting the guy in the rear seat square through the head. I used three rounds to make sure of a hit. The front seat passenger went after the tube, so I shot him too. Damn, wish they wouldn't make me do that. The driver had both hands out the window hollering for us not to shoot him.Both teams converged on the car, pulling the driver out and laying him in the street. I waited until.