‘Bon,’ Jardin said, climbing up and over her, flinging one leg over her side and leaning up against the headboard of the bed, her knees spread wid... either side of Debbie’s head. She hastily tore her G-string off and tossed it to one side. ‘Eat me,’ she said not unkindly. Debbie’s eyes widened for a moment as she saw Jardin’s moist, plump pussy descending towards her face but then reached up, grabbed her taut butt cheeks and pulled her down. She kissed her pussy tenderly, running her tongue. By now my cock was tingling and pulsing with every movement we made together. Never had I enjoyed a greater pleasure. The burning and tickling along the underside of my dick was making me breathe shallow and to shake with the want of her. Jo was a mature woman who knew what she wanted and she was getting it! She arched her pelvis and rode my dick along the entire length of her pussy from her ass cheeks to her clitoris. I was matching her stroke for stroke and could feel every fold of her pussy. Tell me you never lost a 20. It happens, Don't mean I am lucky.I'm Mike, by the way. Just because I am 12 don't mean I am stupid. I been around the block, and I know what is what. I don't get taken by the cons, the hawks, the pushers or the cops. I can tell if someone is on the up and up. The only time I ever fell for a chicken hawk, was early on. It turned out he was a kindly uncle type, an old fairy godfather who couldn't get it up anymore anyway from diabetes. I reminded him of himself when. I don’t want to spoil anything for you.”“I don’t have any beliefs,” she said, “the other girl did, but I don’t.”“Well, I hate to say it, but that kind of describes me. I may not be right, but I just don’t know. I’m ... what’s the word? Agnostic? There’s something out there, but I don’t think that any of the organized religions have it right.”She thought for another hundred footsteps. Lord, he thought, conversations with her can be wearying, at times.“You remember what it was like before you.