It was a cool Saturday afternoon in October. I had just finished my deliveries and was trolling back through my route, my empty canvas bag hanging fro... my shoulder, my payment book in my back pocket, collecting money from the few customers I had missed when I made my rounds on Thursday and Friday nights. It’s hard to remember after so many years just how old I was, but I had probably just started my freshman year of high school, which would have made it a week or two shy of my fourteenth. She tried to remember the event he spoke of, but time had clouded it. She honestly didn’t know what to do. How could they have come to this? Anne rushed over and folded her into her arms. She was beginning to understand what was happening here. “Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” “She sobbed. I just want things to be the way they used to be. “ Suddenly Anne knew what had to be done. She turned toward Mark. “Mark darling,” she said softly, “Take your shirt off please.” Both Steph and Mark looked at her,. It felt so nice. He was already pumping out slick precum and his head glided across my clit and pussy. After a minute of that I started to lower my pussy onto his cock, ever so slowly. I wanted him to experience the feeling of my pussy enveloping his cock. I squeezed my pussy muscles to make it as tight as I could to give him a great experience. He moaned again as I lowered myself onto him, taking him inside me completely as my ass ground into his groin. He was already pushing up to complete. "Bobby, you are almost nine years old now and nine year old boys are not, I repeat, not ever afraid to open their own closet door!"I knew she was right but my tummy was still turning over and I had that terrible feeling that my pancakes and syrup were about to leave it the same way they just went down. I had this sudden urge to run to the bathroom and do number one but since she was already in my bedroom, I just had to get her to open the door and end my reluctance to take the risk all by.