A very little girl. She was an adorable bundle of brown pigtails, rose red dimples and hope and love all wrapped up in a little violet dress with a ma...ching beret. Tiny patches covered a white sash that crossed her chest. CRAP, he thought to himself, as he scratched his sweaty butt. IT’S TO FREAKIN’ EARLY FOR THIS!. ‘Mister, mister! Wanna by some of my Little Nightingales cupcakes? I baked them myself! I got a gold patch for them and everything! Only two dollars each!’ Her pearly whites were. "Oh, you are sexy, Mom," I complimented her before I let my lips part from hers.I lied down, but spread out my legs. She calmly got over my pussy and let hers come onto mine. Then we both closed our legs and began grinding our private parts together. We kept eye contact again, and our mother/daughter intimacy went up even more.Our juices combined just made the perfect combination and contaminated the sheets. She began moving a bit and let our pussies pleasure one another. Both of us moaned. “What are you doing?” my mom asked me.WTF! Did she just out me?“Taking in the scenery. This is one of the iconic football stadiums in the country,” I said piously.Both Tim and Wolf held back laughs when Brook gave me the ‘death stare.’“I love you,” I told her as I batted my eyes.“A boy can look,” Wolf offered.I was with him on that. That was until the girls in question recognized me and turned out to be fans! I had a public image to uphold, so I had to sign autographs ... right? Anyway, that’s. I'm going to go get some fresh air, I heard Blondie say behind me. Are you coming, Julie?I looked at her to let her know that she didn't have to, and then I said, "I would be very grateful if you would finish that drink, and tell me more about your trip."She looked at me, and then she looked at her friend, and she said, "You go on ahead. I'll catch up later." And then she smiled at me.An hour later, having talked all the small talk we had, having enjoyed each other's company in an unstrained.