As she got closer she recognised the little girl whose hairless little cunt Jimmy was so eagerly licking. It was Jenny Henderson... nine- year-old Jen...y Henderson!Sue was speechless! Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She watched as her son's tongue snaked out a good four inches and buried itself in the child's smooth, bald little cunt. Jenny was groaning and writhing her hips up at Jimmy's mouth and tongue more like some horny teenaged slut than the cute innocent little nine-year-old that. ”Kneeling there, I was staring at the pussy I had seen so many time times in pictures and videos. It was even better in flesh and blood here in front of me. I took my washcloth and ran it over her smooth mound, gently washing her soft skin. I ran the washcloth over her clit that was already protruding out of it’s hiding place and she let a sharp moan escape. I looked up and saw Paul was kissing her neck and working her nipples with his fingers.Giving up any pretense of just washing her, I. He needed to get out of there and get out fast. He wasnot going to go back to being Jenny Keller. Not if he could help it.He was going to get in his car and get as far away as possible.As he walked, he began to feel bothered by an odd feeling. It took hima few steps to realize the odd feeling was the absence of a bouncing onhis chest. That made him panic, which made him run, which made thefeeling worse. He was hyperventilating as he reached his car, fumblingfor his keys."I'm not Jenny. I started to wonder if she shaved her pussy or if it was as bushy as her armpits.But I never thought about her in any sexual way. She was my Babushka and not an sex object. I had plenty of other women around me to arouse me that looked much more sexy than Babushka.After my brother went to college, Babushka moved into his bedroom so we started to share a Jack and Jill bathroom. I had never walked in on Babushka in the bathroom, she was very good at locking my door into the bathroom when she was.