She was large for her age. The top of her head was level with my nose, and she had heft, weighing over one hundred pounds, although she was still slen...er.I assumed that girls as young as Sara did not yet have sexual thoughts, because my sister Elsie, who was also ten going on eleven, still played with dolls and sucked her thumb. I had never paid much attention to Sara. She was just a kid who played with my sister. In the Summer of my fourteenth year, however, I began to view her as a sexually. ” “Well, here’s my number in case something happens with her.” She stood to leave. “Just give me a call, and I can come get her. Or, maybe if you’re not busy, you can just give me a call, and we can go hangout, I mean, since you’re not ‘really’ dating anyone.” I held the scrap of paper with her cell number almost incredulously. “Uh, yeah, sure. We’ll see what happens.” The idea of Joyce as a prospect had never crossed my mind, but as she smiled, and walked across the courtyard, I immediately. At the same time this was not a normal dispute this was I suspect my wife being either ****d by an attacker or guilty of adultery. Neither of which has ever been apparent before! - I plumped for stealth. creeping towards our bungalow's bedroom I quietly as possible pushes the door open. I'm gob-smacked! There before me is our son pulling eight inches of hardened flesh from his mothers vagina. Flesh I say,it was his flesh! His cock had just fucked his mother,the tears were on her cheeks to prove. ” As I said this I tapped his crotch, to feel a big bulge there. “Do you like kinky games?” he asked. “I’ve played most games invented.” I think I said, and smirking. We playfully flirted and slow danced to the Bee Gee’s, until about 2am. I was very drunk but not wasted, very horny, and ready for anything Kara and his flat-mate may throw at me. I couldn’t wait to get to their place. Reason one I was horny as hell and my knickers were soaked. The second reason was, to get out of his car, I can’t.