I contemplated the possibilities offered by my new-found freedom and when I imagined a revenge scenario, rather than feeling guilty, I discovered litt...e tendrils of desire growing within me. By now, it was dinner time and I hadn’t eaten all day. I was ravenous so I ordered from room service. A tossed salad, a petite sirloin with mushroom sauce, and a baked potato washed down with a small bottle of Merlot dealt handsomely with at least some of my physical needs. It was time to address the. Michaels,” the little girl answered. Did her voice carry a hint of flirtation?“Paul is in a guest room,” Ted informed her. “He’ll understand if you want to talk a bit or something before jumping right into, um...”“Into sex,” Jenny stated flatly.“Yes,” Ted chuckled. “Into sex. And, actually, he’d understand if you wanted to back out of that altogether. I mean, what with you being nine years old.”Jenny grinned up at the older man. He was almost fifty, as old as her youngest grandpa, but he was. However, Jennifer was cool with it. I was overwhelmed with the fact that she actually wanted to fuck my small cock and the excitement of it being my first time. Jennifer understood why it happened. Furthermore, she understood me and my small cock. Unfortunately, my and Jennifer’s relationship ended shortly after we entered college, but I have always cherished my time with her. However, it opened the door for other relationships. In fact, I welcomed it. As much as Jennifer understood me, I was. " The girl shook her head and then glared at me, pulling her gaping bodice closed over her high, pink orbs."Our home's over there, top a'that hill," she said, pointing. She had a light and pleasant voice. "We don't live down on the dock."I hoisted the anchor back in and then had to jump off the bow into knee-deep water to push the boat free of the sand and get her back in the stream. Nancy took the rudder, and Sue and I got the sails trimmed. We stayed as close as we could to the eastern bank.