"Hey George. How's April doing?" she asked, sticking out her tongue and slowly running it up the length of Rob's cock, looking straight at me the whol... time.Trying to keep my dick from springing out of my shorts, I coughed once, then twice, then finally replied "She's... uh, she's just fine." That's good," she said, as she grabbed Rob's testicles and squeezed them. I thought Rob's eyes were going to pop out of his skull, just like you see on Saturday morning cartoons all the time. "Coming to. Like his stories, terms such as young boy or girl do not denote a certain age.The Smothering of SashaLittle Sasha sat at the back of the Blue Velvet Victims transport bus, along with a few other boys and girls. Throughout much of the ride, the van would periodically stop and unload a few k**s to be smothered by awaiting mothers or young daughters. Despite their current predicament, none of the k**s in the van were particularly afraid, as the act of smothering was an everyday way of life here. She fell back across the bed laughing and kicking her legs in the air. I turned her around so she was long ways in the bed and then took my towel from my waist.She looked at me and frowned. I got onto the bed with her and gently kissed her on the lips and the neck. She lay there very still. I reached down between her legs and gently caressed her pussy, gently rubbing and squeezing it, feeling it getting wetter and wetter. She looked like she was going to cry so I stopped and hugged her telling. Looking down at the faces of the two despicable looking wetbacks, again, she shuddered with revulsion at the very sobering sight they presented. It was as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her clit. As the two of them continued to work on her g-spots, she looked around at all four of the boys, hoping to find any kind of bright side to this very grossly appalling situation she was in. But all she saw was pure, inescapable ugliness, that was a complete turn-off to her, sexually..