I held them with both hands, forcing open my ass cheeks to let him shave around my hole. He was quite quick. Every bit of hair had gone. He was clearl... pleased his nob was pointing high and looked ready to burst. He pushed me backwards, lifted my legs again and started to rimm me. "You know how I love this", he said, so I let him lick me for ages. "I just love boy cunt" he said, his face and mouth and tongue pushing deeper into my hole. The use of the word cunt shocked me, it's not something. ‘I’m…not afraid,’ you whispered pleadingly. ‘Not this time.’ I ran my fingers along your chest, making sure to cover every single inch of you as I smiled. ‘Good…there’s nothing to be afraid of, after all.’ Your only reply was to reach up and slowly remove my bikini top. Your uncertainty in that one movement was endearing, I loved you for that alone, if nothing else. You set the material aside, then nervously looked at the flesh of my newly exposed breasts. Hesitantly your hand reached up to. We took our time eating and conversing—well, all of us except Cate that is—until 9:30 rolled around. We figured we'd give the reporter time to get in and get his morning coffee before we bothered him. The girls accompanied me as I found a secluded corner where I prepared to make the call, the girls watching anyone approaching me so I'd be warned. I lamented that we didn't have a speakerphone, so Allison offered me her smartphone, which did."Hello, News Desk," answered the pleasant female. " Can I tell her yes, then? Will you do it with her?" Look. You gotta make sure that she is developed. She has to have boobs and pussyhair or I'm just gonna walk away from it. I don't care how you find out, but you better or it will be on you for this. And don't you dare tell a soul about this, hear? I don't want any of my friends knowing that I am busting the cherries of little girls."One week later, as he allowed his school back pack to slide to the floor of their mudroom, he noticed not one.