“I want you to fuck me.” I said desperately. “If I suck you until you’re hard again, will you fuck me?” I thought he was going to have a cor...nary. “Yes.” He wheezed. And we went into the bedroom.I pulled off my white panties and go onto the bed. He stood there and watched as I lifted my skirt and spread my legs for him. “Do you see how wet my little pussy is right now?” He nodded. “It needs a good fucking.” This time he started pulling his pants off. He was already rock hard at the site of my. “Becky,” I said firmly as I pushed the doors open, “you know that you are supposed to...”My voice trailed off and my clipboard dropped to the floor the second I saw Becky. She was at the cable curl machine, doing hero curls while dressed in a pink sportsbra and pink hotpants. I don’t know what I expected Becky’s body to look like. I guess I expected it to be thick and stocky, or maybe just swollen with fat rolls. But I certainly didn’t expect to see what I saw.Little eleven year old Becky. He knew how to play her body like an instrument ... but she knew that if she didn’t talk to him before they did what their bodies were desperate to do, she’d never be able to look herself in the mirror again.“Stop...” she moaned, and Michael’s fingers withdrew. He took a deep breath, and stood back.“Of course. What is it?”It took Brandi a few seconds to get her thoughts together - Michael’s fingers had left an aching need between her legs. She took a deep breath.“The other night,” she started.. He didn't know women very well."What do you mean? What's wrong with me?" she began arching her neck to look herself over. In the process she spread her legs and Phillip saw her virgin pussy lips, pooching out like they wanted a nice long tongue kiss, between her legs. His prick surged and he felt something soothing start flowing through it, starting at the base. He looked down just in time to see a milky drop of precum ooze out of his cock."OK, I was lying. I just thought that might make you.