” Her nipples were now poking up from beneath my dress shirt in the most provocative way. “The thing is that I eventually realized that the good f...elings I got from riding Jeffy were the same sort of nice feelings I got when I hung out in the bathroom with you and watched you shaving, or combing your hair, or putting on cologne.”I shaved my upper lip, not sure how to respond. Not sure if she wanted me to respond at all.“I finally put two and two together in my tiny brain and figured out that. Cynthia loosened my belt and my trousers fell down to my ankles.Then I pulled her thong down and began playing with her clit and pussy. She was warm and very wet. I could smell the scent of sex from her wetness. I shoved two fingers deep into her cunt and fucked her wet hole. Cynthia responded by spreading her legs wanting more. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands over my chest, playing with my nipples, as she made me suck her tits and finger fuck her deeper. She grabbed my rock hard cock. This girl might have only been thirteen at the time but what a thirteen year old girl she was.Daniel Brown just so clearly remembered the first time Janet Rivers swung her legs out of her car and onto the driveway of her parent’s new home just next to his. She was wearing black, shiny, knee-high boots and the cutest little pink, pleated skirt that swished and swung about her legs as she walked. She was also wearing a jean jacket over a white t-shirt with pink sequins.This was all complimented. Limp like a ragdoll, I hold her up by the hips and thrust my cock, hands free, back into her as hard as humanly possible, dangerously hard. I thrust over and over, hitting the back of her vaginal canal, hitting that cervix, she's so shallow, maybe delicate, maybe sensitive, maybe even inexperienced with how tight she remains. I don't care about any of that. I thrust harder. I use her sweater and ripped open sweatpants as handles to suspend her there, thrusting deep, she swings a bit forward.