“Jimmy, can we take a picture of this? No one is going to fucking believe us.” The kid said.The pizza kid looked at Billy. Billy thought about ...t for a minute. He shook his head and then came to his senses, they were fucking two 14 year olds, they did not need proof floating around.“No, kid, that would not be very smart, considering their ages if you know what I mean.” Billy said and took another bite of pizza.Billy saw the pizza kid slap the other kid on the back of the head. The kid. “Does she lick your beautiful bumhole?” I broke the polite conversation open.He paused, considering his options and spoke quietly. “No, she doesn't do that...”We stood in tense silence until I spoke firmly...“Turn around, hands on the counter.”He thought it through and slowly turned around in full knowledge of what I would do.I knelt behind him and slipped my hands around to the belt of his jeans and undid them. I listened to his breathing. There was a sense that he was disappointed with. See, Clyde Meadows would protect his daughter at all costs. She was, asit is, the perfect girl. She always maintained her excellent grades andwas the model daughter of Jettsville, at least to the people who didn'thave to go to school with her. Local adults fawned over herintelligence and her community involvement, her athleticism and hermature, yet demure beauty. She stood five feet and five inches tall,although usually touched 5'8" in heels, which she wore as often as herfeet would allow. She. She had breached my jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped, and now my cock was in her tiny hands, her fingers barely reaching around my throbbing shaft."Good," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin, sending waves of goose flesh through my body. "Because I want you," she continued, "and I want this big . . . fucking . . . cock." Her grip grew firm, and I felt my cock twitch, threatening to erupt. She pressed smiling lips against the curve of my neck, and I exhaled a silent breath.She'd easily.