She was accessorised withsilver jewellery and she wore cherry-red four inch high heels. She wasplaying harmony on a cherry-red Gibson SG.The girls st...od side by side; their coltish legs clad in shimmeringflesh-toned hose, feet wide apart. Then they turned and faced each otherand burst into a lead break; alternatively following the melody of theother.Snoot, Bob, and Phil stood transfixed and watched the two hot ladiesgrind out their song. Their eyes lingered on the girl's legs, then theirhot. I sat down slowly, I was so nervous. She turns to face, and it was hard for me to look strait at her. I could feel my cock growing under my pants. “So I understand that this situation with my father could be hard for you” she said while putting a hand on my shoulder. The feeling of her touch made me tremble. “ y yes, it’s um, I would like you too um” I couldn’t get the words out.“Stop it” she finished, I looks at her a nodded, her hand was making its way to my neck. “Well that’s not going to. That follows in almost every sort of fictional literature except sexual fiction. For some reason if you write about child and adult sex, you must be a pedophile.I am not actively advocating or condoning sex with children in any way. On the other hand, children are, on average, maturing more quickly. Back when the statutory rape and carnal knowledge laws were first enacted, girls had their first onset of menses at 15 and 16. Now most girls physically are able to bear children at 11 or 12, some. Sometimes just watching her lips move used to give me a hard-on. The old man sighed and he suddenly sat down on my mother’s cot. He looked in my direction, vaguely lost in thought. Then he said, “Sunandini, I am not going to hurt you. I promise.” She just kept standing there with her eyes fixed on the floor, her cheeks still moist from her crying. “I just wanted to talk to you,” he told her, his eyes shifting between her huge tits and her big, sexy arse. He sighed again. It was a hot night. He.