The young girl stood before the towering Mardo, mentally toiling with the awkward silence that had formed between them. He spun his finger in a circle...in front of his chest. “So, let’s get a look at you. You look so bundled up!”With her arms clenched tight and her hands resting on her thighs, she rigidly did a quick turnaround for Mardo. His eyes lit up. Even hidden under the heavy sweat shirt he could tell this young girl was a doll. He could also tell, though, that she was treading in a pool. Suddenly his legs seemed to give way and he slid down the door until he was sitting facing me, eyes still tight shut. He opened them and looked worriedly at me."I am so sorry - I couldn't help myself."I looked at the remorse in my friends eyes and knowing what he had been through, could not be angry with him. I leant forward and kissed him long and tenderly. All forgiven."The only thing you need to be sorry for is if you are all spent and can't give me the good fucking I want!" Wow! I have. Ginnys English was good, but not perfect.We kissed again and I started to undress her, I took of her shirt and bra, she had small tits, but her nipples gave away her excitement. I put my hand down her jeans and felt a hairy pussy, my heart skipped a beat. I love hairy pussys. I sometimes wonder if the fashion of shaving or waxing was championed by some peedo fashionista, so that they could pretend that they were fucking a 9 year old.I lay Ginny down on the bed, and took off her jeans and. "He had the funkiest tasting spunk."Babette gasped and burst out laughing. "You are terrible," she scolded as she used her tongue to scoop away the cream around her mouth. "Such language and when I'm eating too!" Sorry," I blushed. "But you're the one who wants to know every last detail about my love life." Love life?" she shot back. "Cherie, you don't have a love life. What you have is a lot of sex with a lot of different people. You have more sex in one week than I have had in the last ten.