Finally, I collapsed on top of her just as her orgasm was subsiding. Neither of us spoke for, we just lay there, my cock still deep in her bottom, in ...hat forbidden tight little place, as we caught their breath. "Was it as good as you thought it would be?" I finally asked, still nearly breathless, as I withdrew from her and rolled over next to her. "Yea baby, maybe better. I had a great cum. I wanna do this again... and soon." After a bit of cuddling she got up, gave me a loving smile and. In no time, Bobby had his pants off allowing Maricel to see an enormous tent post sticking out of his jockey shorts. Maricel’s eyes widened and she screamed and tried kicking at him.It was no use. Bobby whipped off his shirt and shorts off letting Maricel stare at his very long, thick ramrod. His balls hung nicely between his legs.Gripping her tank top, Bobby took out his big hunting knife and sliced the straps over Maricel’s shoulders allowing him to pull her shirt down to her ankles where it. The ages my own daughters had been. Younger than that, and I would be afraid of hurting them. Older than that, and they developed hairy snatches, and big bosoms, that didn't seem to turn me on so much. I never did approach any of the children though. For one thing, the thought of someone recognizing a known pedophile (me) talking to their little girl, was enough to give me the Willies. The other reason, oddly enough, is that I AM a pedophile. I love little girls. That's love. As in. I run my lips over your shoulders licking at the salty, sweat slickened skin and loving the arousing musky male taste that is all you. I move to your nipples flicking them with the tip of my tongue and circling them until they are stiff and wet. I know how sensitive your nipples and you almost arch off the bed when I attach the nipple clamps. After the initial shock you settle down and part your lips at the slow tingling burn. I take this opportunity to push down my corset and expose my already.