“Go ahead.”“What are you wearing?” Pete softly inquired.”Shorts and a sports bra,” she answered.”Hmm, sounds great. Pull off your top.�...Trudy cringed. Even though daddy and her sister had seen her naked more times than she could count, the thought of them walking in and catching her in the middle of phone sex was a humiliating thought. But as risky as the idea was, it was also incredibly thrilling. Trudy’s fingers were trembling with nervous excitement as she complied with Pete’s request and. Exploring the other one. Warm and wet and delicious. I hadn’t kissed like this in years, like two teenagers exploring lust for the very first time. The passion between us was intense, our kissing lasting for what seemed like an eternity. It was magic. Her fingers were in my hair, pressing me to her, and then they were at my shoulders, caressing, teasing. Tickling my nipples was the next stop on her exploration of my body, and instinctively I squirmed, being so sensitive there. She chuckled and. We are like animals in heat. We are both grunting and encouraging each other to keep going. I feel him swelling inside me, and I know he is close. I smash into him and moan as loud as I can as my orgasm comes on like a raging river that just had a dam break.He screams and blasts my hips back into him as hard as he can and holds me there while he releases his load deep inside me.We are both breathing hard now and collapse onto the desk.This scenario repeats itself over the next few months; my. The nine year old boy, dressed in black with his T-shirt pulled up over his face and the brim of his cap pulled low, emerged from the shadows not sixteen feet (five metres) from her.“I thought I saw something move,” he told her as they met, “but I wasn’t sure it was you.”A moment of whispered discussion and they settled on the banyan tree across the street as a safer trysting spot. The tree was further from the street than the building they had just slipped free of, and its multiple stems.