She began to roll around on the blanket, flush with excitement. She held the blanket close to her, folding it over her erect nipples. The blanket arou...d her made her feel safe and warm and secure. She named it ‘Jimmy’.These encounters with Jimmy became a regular thing. Every night, she would leave the cares and worries of the day for the security of her room. Every night she would lock the door, put on her favorite Jimmy Reed album and lie naked on the bed allowing the primal rhythms and sexual. I descended further down and kissed her stomach, navel and groin. I knelt down and touched her pussy with my fingers. It was soft, a nice but faint smell emanating from it. I separated her pussy lips and started to probe it with my tongue. She jumped with excitement moaned with ecstasy. Her pussy walls started secreting a jelly like matter. I loved this. With all my saliva and her juice flowing I made her completely wet. I face was wet. She was grabbing my hair with great force, trying to pull. I'm sixteen and I'm grown up and I'm despicable." Her eyes bored into me. "And I need you."I still didn't understand. But there's nothing I can deny her.She slept in my arms, her breathing deep and even, the lines gone from her face; like light and warmth and love taken form and bundled together under blonde hair and unsinkable grey eyes. And I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead and wondered what I had missed.I guess there are a lot of things we don't understand. But maybe, if I can count. I position myself at the end of the ‘bed’ and reach for the bottle of moisturiser that has been warming in the hearth. I squirt some in my hands to test it and find it has reached a good, safe temperature – one that will not make you leap or scream when it touches you! I start to massage your left foot, rubbing the crème into every crease and wrinkle, rubbing it between your toes and into your heel. I move to your other foot and repeat the process. I reach for the moisturiser bottle again and.