I have it—at my home that is. What do you say about that, miss, huh? Are you in for this game of sexual exploitation, or not?"My mouth drops open; I...am confused and staggered and punch-shocked and wordless. How can I ever deny that? I am in need of that amount like so, so bad ... and yes, I will go sleep with him right no if he says so. But death shall surely be his fate and portion for it. Yes! It definitely and precisely will be! Real time!"What do you have to say about that, Elle?" I am in. Of course I knew that she wasn't doing anything wrong. She was probably just talking to him and hoping that he would notice her a little more than he usually did.But still, in the back of my mind I couldn't figure out why he would want to waist his time talking to someone who was only twelve. What could they be talking about?The more I thought about it the more intrigued I became and before I fully realized what I was doing, I was walking toward the back of the Barton's house and I slipped in. I had to concentrate on the job in hand - that of giving Hannah a good pounding. I could feel her pussy lips stretching round my cock and it felt good. She almost could not cope with the thickness.I played my favourite game of pulling out till the outer lips just hugged my cockhead. Then thrust back in fully. I did this a few times before the vinegar strokes started. I spurted a huge amount right up Hannah's vagina, splashing against the neck of her womb.Next up was my friend. He is an expert. My mother could not stop stareing and we got out of the car to go inside the house, and my mother droped the keys on purpose and just bent down to pick them up but the way she did it got me pure excited pre-cum came out and of course I was not wearing underwear so the pre-cum was visible on the trousers. Within seconds of getting into the house my mother ripped of her dress and she was not wearing a bra but just her knickers and fisnet tights and shoes. She then pulled of my trousers in no.