Callaway. For a small child to call an adult — a widow and the mother of two beautiful children — by her Christian name is utterly unforgivable. I...promise never to do it again!" I told you, darling," John Callaway explained. "These people live by a set of standards that are truly unbelievable. If we can't talk her out of it, before we go into the courtroom this morning you're going to see this adorable little girl take down her pants — very pretty, feminine ones, too, I'll bet — go up to Bobbie. For some reason best known to her, she simply wasn't interested in boys, seeming to be content to hang around the house wearing what she called her "Comfs" which consisted of a long white t-shirt and either her maroon cotton school uniform knickers or an assortment of little cotton panties which I noticed were always full size. When I asked her about that one day when we were hanging out the washing, she told me that she hated g-strings and thongs as they always felt so uncomfortable. When I. Rubbing my pussy in circles, I got my fingers all wet. I took three fingers and jammed them in my sopping wet cunt. That did it. I started shaking violently. I screamed aloud as my asshole clenched down on the dildo. I felt a rush of creamy girl cum run out of my pussy and down my arm, soaking the sheets below me. I collapsed forward, my three fingers still in my pussy and the large dildo still deep in my tight little asshole."So I see you discovered my toy stash" I heard someone say from the. I, thinking that we were just going to make out, eagerly went along. We went to a dark corner of the bleachers, out of sight from most people's view. He smacked my ass as I was about to sit down and I giggled. As soon as my ass had hit the bleachers, he started gradually pulling down his shorts, revealing inch after inch of his massive swollen cock. "Look at what you did to me babe," he began "aren't you going to do something about it?" I was incredulous that this was actually happening in real.