“He’s gone, does it really matter what I did to him?” I wanted to feel hurt, I wanted to feel betrayed. Instead I felt nothing but lust. Daniels...body was pressed against mine. My legs were open and he rested between them. If our clothes had already been removed I was sure his cock could reach me. I felt defeated. It took all that I had not to beg Daniel. I kept imagining the first and last time we had been together. The way his cock felt inside of me, the pure bliss that I felt when he had. Still staring helplessly into his hypnotic blue eyes, I closed my lips around him, tasting both the sour concoction and the saltiness of his skin. A disconcerting realization swept over me that the gooey texture and odd combination of flavors were vaguely reminiscent of semen. Without thinking, I sucked at his finger, stroking the underside with my tongue, decadently fellating it. Bill pushed and pulled, twisting it slowly and seductively, as though fucking my mouth. I was disturbed to feel my. He stroked her soft pliant flesh, pulling his fingers up to twirl and pinch at her nipples again. His hands felt warmer. A heat began to build between her legs, and her juices began to well up inside her, and eager anticipation made her softly moan.Stroking down over her breast, his hand continued downward over her waist to her hip as his tongue licked down the trail of blood She murmured softly as she felt it stroke over the front of her thigh, and move down between her legs. His hand pulled. The twelve-year-old youngster squirmed and writhed against him, and then with a desperate wrench freed herself, panting with the effort, still gasping for breath. Her eyes filled with tears that spilled down her flushed cheeks. She brushed them away angrily and slid away from him.From her vantage point in the adjoining room Sherry watched intently. Was the little girl going to fight? Would Tom force her, rape her, if he had to? An obscene thrill shot through her loins."What are you afraid of?".