It had been about six months, and I was growing sick of beating-off. I wanted more pussy. I found it too. She was cute, young (she told me she was...fourteen, but I later found out that she was only twelve, which was ok with me, considering I told her I was two years older than I really was too), and had no clue what she was getting herself into. So, as much as I hate to admit it, this was one of the best fucks of my life. She was one of those girls who just couldn’t wait to grow-up. She. I pushed my finger up a little, into him.He moaned again, letting me enter him."Tell me how you felt yesterday, Becky," I said, "when Sharon was playing with you." I loved it," Becky said, still speaking softly. "I loved sucking on her nipples." He paused. "Then she touched me." She jerked you off," I said."Yeth," he said. "I made a cummy." He loved the cute talk, I noted."But you've been pretending to be a boy, all this time, until a few days ago. How was that for you, being in the office with. Putting a few in a glass, I closed the freezer, grabbed a towel, and headed back. Her eyes never left the glass as I sat on the bed next to her. Leaning forward, I kissed her deeply. As she got deeper into the kiss, I pressed the glass against her side and she screamed into my mouth. I gently rubbed the glass along her side, following her curves like snow covering the ski slope, as she did everything in her power to pull away from the cruel, cold assailant. Removing the glass, my mouth and hand. Love U, xxx…”I typed out a reply, wishing all the best for my sweet wife.After that I settled down to watch a movie. I kept my phone at hand just in case. Before midnight it suddenly beeped again.“Gone out to a disco…Love U, xxx.”After that I settled down to wait for her next message. I surfed restlessly through several channels, but couldn't really watch anything. It was over half an hour before my phone beeped again.“Danced with Tom. Trying to touch me up… Love U, xxx.”That did make my heart.