I am Jonothon. I am twelve years old, and I am that kid in class who never washes and never changes his clothes. I wear the same skintight cottonshirt...every day, and like a pair of thin tights like medieval people wear. The shirt and the tights are damp and stained off my sweaty body. Im also kinda soiled at the back, if you know what I mean. My body stinks of B.O. and fish and faeces. My arm pits are smelly. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. I have no. You take in the black hold-ups, and matching black and red bra and thong, hugging my curves. I’m sat straddled across your chest, and you can see the damp patch spreading across the flimsy material of my thong. As you watch, I reach behind me, deftly unhooking my bra, exposing my full breasts. I begin to caress them, my fingertips stroking my soft skin, before gently tugging at my nipples, which stiffen under my touch. You watch in fascination as my hands glide lower, hooking into the. "Oh, grandpa, so clever!" I said sarcastically. "Question #4: Do you currently participate in oral sex or anal sex?" I braced myself for yet another sarcastic remark. "I don't know what you are expecting me to say but I haven't done either since before you were even born. I know.. I lead a sad, sad life." Nothing like I anticipated. Wow, his life really did suck. "Wow, grandpa honestly I really respect you for remaining faithful to grandma." I laughed. "Oh, don't I've been really tempted to. I got her out and we just hugged, from, I think, the relief of finding someone else. Then I said we should look further, and also listen. We started to cover the area in an ever increasing circle, watching and listening, and every so often shouting as loudly as we could, and then listening hard in the silence that followed. When we had got to about 100 yds from the centre of where we had started, we got a sound just after we’d shouted. Yelling and screaming as hard as we could, we listened.