Long. Bulbous. Dark Red. And hard. So very, very hard. I want to suck you so bad I can taste it. Inside I clench again. Unwittingly I lower my hand, s...ip it between my legs, part my folds. I’m dripping. And I’m not referring to the water pouring from the shower head. Ah...Leaning back slightly I play. Touching, teasing, tormenting. It feels good. Real good. Really, really good. Only thing better would be you. Your mouth. Your fingers. Your dick. To be filled by you... Inside. One finger then. Too busy staring through binoculars at window on second story opposite. Should tell him that. See what happens. “No tomorrow for you.” Probably lose mind. Run home. Pray. Cry like babygirl did when he made her suck him off. Eight years old. Scared. Told her not to tell Mommy. Babygirl loves him. Scared of him. Pederast not real father. Just some cock Mommy shacks up with who pays bills. Works at video store. Atheist. Atheists fuck little children more often than anyone else. Fast fact. Babygirl. Then he was happier to see Leslie. He wasn’t sure about Brock and he was less so when both Jen and Mel gave him a warm kiss and a hug.He had heard all about this boy’s trials and travails over the few weeks that the kids had been visiting. He wasn’t sure he liked the thought of this guy being too close to his family.The month that Frank spent in jail every year had given him an idea of what that life was like. He couldn’t imagine prison--which some of the other convicts had told him was 10. "That's a good slut," he grunted as he humped my face. "Take it like a good little girl."I could feel my juices running down my legs as this stranger fucked my mouth. I squeezed his balls with one hand and pinched my nipples with the other, wanting so badly to cum.Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and I choked and gasped for air. He pulled my arm to help me to my feet and bent me over the hood of my car. He kicked my feet apart and thrust into my pussy. I came so hard and so fast, my cunt.