Holding the hem above her hips, she scooted her ass forward on the seat and opened her thighs as wide as possible."Look, Mr. Watson," she whispered. "...oes this look like a baby's twat?"Luke nervously glanced down at the youngster's blatantly exposed cunt. He could see her moist, coral-tinted pussylips gleaming up wetly at him from the soft nest of blonde cunt hair shimmering in the sun.Averting his eyes, he stared ahead at the road. "Pull your damned skirt down!" No!' she defiantly replied as. ....he demands violent thrusts, to which I oblige, pounding Tracey's pussy mercilessly.Tracey has yelled something as Mr Penis erupts violent spurts of cum into her succulent womb, the combined juices are over flowing running down her trembling legs.Tracey gasps " don't fucking move, I am so sensitive".Mr Penis remains stationary in Tracey's pussy, I am holding her up by her hips, we are both panting/breathless.Tracey is bent over the table, she manages to look at her wrist watch, she has 5. "I want to help you. I don't want you to get sick again. Just ask me, okay?" Okay," I mumbled."Seriously!" Okay." I walked off quickly to cut off the awkward conversation.Call me? Ha! Cassandra? This is Zach. Could you come over and suck my dick so I don't fall into a sleep? Hell, no? Oh, okay, and you're wrong about my parents. They were married before I was born.Mrs. Jensen had a strange look on her face when I came into her English class for third period. I think it was a guilty look for. Ok she said her mind made up what thehell she thought it was better than being picked on all the time she would beone of them.It had been awful forher the last six months since moving to the town after her father died her mumwas coping best she could she didn?t want her mother worrying over her too shehad enough to think about paying the bills, even though Sandra was only 14 shehad a good head on her she worried about her mum she wanted to help her and shedid have a part time job not that it.