He asked how old I was, I smiled as always and told him and "don't worry mister I will never tell on you" His cock was so hard I could see the outline...of it under his pants. He reached and raised my skirt and petti then he let out a long deep sigh seeing my little bump under my black lace panties. He pulled me close sliding his hand inside my panties and pulling them down rubbing my bald smooth little clitlit as my hand ran over his fat budge. Looking up at him fluttering my long false. A glass and a half later, Ellen seemed to open up. ‘So, how’s Andy?’ ‘It’s one day at a time with him. He’s so darn accident-prone.’ ‘He’s just a little stinker. How old is he?’ ‘He just turned three several months ago, and he’s been non-stop ever since.’ ‘He’ll outgrow it. I did. He’s just a boy.’ I tipped my glass to my lips and drained it. ‘Say, I don’t want to pry, but you mentioned at the park that Andy didn’t have a father. You’re divorced?’ Ellen didn’t look at me but instead swirled the. ...I liked being slutty. For some reason, I couldn't lie to Bill. He stated in a monotone voice, "I'd like to take pictures of you and make a video, I'll pay you for your time." Now I admit, I had fantasized about being in porn before. I started shaking even more as I held the phone to my ear standing naked in my tiny apartment living room. Of course my first question was how much. Bill's reply was stated coolly,"That depends..on what you're willing to do." I started to ask more but Bill. After she took off her bra and panties she laid on the bed and I got onto it next to her. “Do you know what sex is sweetie?” she asked and I said I did, sort of, and she said that now I was old enough she was going to tell me all about it. She told me that I was getting erections because I was now sexually mature, and that my penis was getting hard because my body was feeling the need to have sex, and to have sex the man has to put his penis into the woman's vagina which feels nice and makes.