The best she could do was to smear the near continuous stream of pre-cum over the head with her tongue and lips. There was so much of the boy's clear ...ap that she couldn't keep up; some of it flowed down his shaft. That was a good thing. She used it as massaging oil, keeping her fingers nice and slick as she slid them up and down the towering thickness of Trey's cock.Any outrage she had felt at Trey's invasion of her privacy had vanished in a haze of lust. She wanted nothing more than to thrill. I'm shaking now, and can't stop bouncing my little girl bum-bum up and down, as I begin to do my juicy-juice, knowing that you are watching me. I push my knees up in the air as my bum-bum lifts inches off the bench, pointing my little girl sweetness right at your watching eyes. I wonder what you are thinking, what you are seeing, and what you are doing as you watch me on this Saturday afternoon during the last days of August.Then it comes, as my juicy-juice drips out of my little girl. I ran, topless and jiggling, with him behind me for a few steps. I heard him fall and ran on a little ways, looking back to see him kicking on the ground. “Twas beauty killed the beast,” I called back to him as I got the shirt on and ran out into the well- lighted roadway. I crossed at the light and ran to the bar on the corner. Jesse and Fran and Bill were sitting at a table in the back. I waved and went straight in the bathroom. I went in a stall and vomited, hard. Green bile came. She turned away from the counter where she was toasting some bagels and gave me a quick kiss. She was wearing the bathrobe that Emma had the night before.I returned the kiss and gave her ass cheeks a brief squeeze. Releasing them, I went to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup; Jess resumed preparing breakfast.I sat down at the table with my cup; Jess had already laid out some muffins (store bought; she wasn’t THAT ambitious first thing in the morning), bacon (precooked), sausage links (also.