” she gasped breathlessly.I rolled over on my back and pulled her on top of me. I didn’t want to fuck her on her back as I didn’t trust myself n...t to thrust into her too hard and perhaps hurt her. She knelt across my upper thighs, her warm, soft cunt lips pressing against my balls and my cock standing rigid against her tummy.She took my shaft in both of her hands as she smiled down at me and I felt another moment of panic. Her hands looked so tiny; one fist was wrapped around the base, the. “Well, he was just there. He was nice. I think he was a workman or something. But he said you’d know what to do.”“Did he now? I don’t suppose he said his name, did he?”Karen screwed her face up. “No ... but he knew mine. He said, ‘Karen, go and talk to Dulcie, little sister. She’ll know what to do.’”Gillian wasn’t following the conversation at all, confusion clear in her expression.“Tell you what,” Dulcie said, “why don’t we go and see if I can talk to him too?”“Okay!” The child wriggled and. She was all smiles and gave a pirouette twirl, letting Steve's imagination flow over.Judy had arrived early for dinner and wanting to pee and to shower off the pool's chlorinated water, asked to use the bathroom. After stripping, or rather a strip-teasing, she caught Steve mesmerized by her bent over position. She sensuously wiggled her butt as it was pointing directly at him, showing of all her wares.Precocious nymphet that she was, Judy quickly had Steve trapped with her in the shower and had. “I hesitated and questioned your uncle, Matty. I’m sorry—“ He let his arms drop and I felt the absence of his touch like a cruel, cold blast of wind. “It’s okay, Krystenah. You know that I have to punish you, right?” “I—I guess so,” I stuttered. “You had better know so. I hope you know that I need you to comply with what I say and with Mike says, too. Always. Otherwise this just isn’t going to work. You do want it to work, don’t you, Babe?” “Yes, Matty. I do.” I looked up at him. “ I want you.