As I sat on the bed, I could only stare at her and shake my head. She looked like a normal twelve-year-old, dreaming of things both childlike from her...past and a mysterious adult future, not the grown woman who had given me the silent treatment the previous night. When I’d cracked open the bathroom door after sluicing away the sweat, worries, troubles and semen of the day, I’d found a small pile of soft white towels waiting for me. The rest of the room was in darkness. I’d dried off, hung up. After you left, I had a hard time getting Donna calmed down enough to get her undressed for bed. And, when I did get her into bed she was as passionate as I've ever seen her be. I know Donna would feel bad if I told her that you were upset or ashamed about anything that occurred between you two last night. I'm not sure about any details, but I do know that the two of you did more than just dance together last night. So, please don't apologize. If you didn't enjoy any part of last night, well. ”By this point her hips were slowly bucking, pressing harder into my hand. Her pussy was quivering so much that her hole looked like it was gasping for air.I was still massaging her clit when I slapped her pussy with the belt. This seemed to excite her even more. With each of the next 9 slaps, I hit her just a little harder. She was sopping wet and her breathing was labored. I started rubbing my finger in circles around her cunt opening. As she pushed herself against me, I used my other hand to. “Would you ... would you really like to do it to me too?”“I’d love to do it to you, Sharon.”“Are you sure? Do you think I’m pretty enough?”“Oh Sharon, I think you are absolutely gorgeous. You are one of the most beautiful young girls I’ve ever seen. I’d love to be the first one to fuck you.”“But I don’t know how good I’d be at it. With Emma, it seemed to come so naturally. I ... I’m just not sure if I could do that.” She had that same lack of confidence that Emma had shown a few days.