I took your hand and pulled you to the back of the car. I pushed you down on your knees. Your hand reached up to undo my pants. You pulled out my hard...aching cock. When you saw it you looked up into my eyes and said that you didn’t know if you could do it, it was just too big. I put my hand around the back of your head and pulled you to me. Your warm lips slid over the head and you took half of it with your first try. I said see you are doing just fine. You stroked your little hands up and down. I looked up from my glass and there sat Mary, one of my childhood sweethearts. She looked just like she did those forty years ago. All curls and dimples. Such a shame she died young. Child birth. The baby didn’t make it either. ‘Ah, Mary,’ I said softly. ‘Tis always good to see you, lass. I sometimes think of what coulda been, had we stayed together all those years ago. Maybe we woulda had a pack of beautiful babies, and I’d be sittin’ here now, bouncin’ my baby granddaughter on my knee,. Willie had an infantile sense of humour, and one couldn’t help laughing as he joked and chuckled. After a while, Willie asked me if I didn’t feel a bit overdressed for the occasion. Laughing, I left the room before returning naked, joining them in the lounge. I sat on the couch, opposite the guys who occupied the two chairs. Shortly, Willie got up and joined me on the couch. Willie then put his arm around my neck and moved closer to me. I was rather pleased I had not met him a week earlier. Please tell me."They sat in upholstered chairs, not quite facing one another but positioned so that they both sat at angles, facing the window in the room. Mark had configured the room in that way so that it was not necessary for the girl to look directly at him while answering his questions. Sandy began, "I'm sixteen years old, almost seventeen really, and I am a senior in high school. I know -- I skipped a grade. My grade point is 3.99 on a 4.0 scale. I live with my grandmother. My mother.
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