After seeing those shirtless pictures of him, I spent the next night alone in my bed rubbing my dripping wet pussy to a number of mouth-watering orgas...s as I imagined his body on mine. Our texts over the next few days became more and more explicit as he told me what he wanted to do to me. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t concentrate any longer. All day at work images of our bodies together filled my mind. One minute it was him thrusting into me from behind, grabbing my hair and. I ….well, Simone mentioned you at home the other night. Well, actually, she sort of talks in her sleep, mostly mumbling, but if I listen close enough, I can make out what she says. She said you were….exciting." She was moaning a lot, and not in pain either, I can see why now," as she spoke, her cheeks flushed a deep red, almost as if a rose petal had fallen and landed on her, as her eyes flashed a quick, almost sultry look at him.Just as he turned again to face the girl, there was Simone,. I cried out, my back arching deeply as his tongue found and played with it. He held my thighs, keeping my sex tight to his face as my body squirmed underneath him. I moved my hands down, clutching his hair, mashing his face down into my now, sopping wet pussy. The feeling of orgasm brewed within me and I was barley able to catch my breath. He built it up fast, slowly nipping and rolling my clit within his mouth. Bringing me to new heights as the orgasm overpowered me. I cried his name out,. Two days later found me at the hospital wearing a denim mini-skirt, apink tank and white tennis shoes. I was the perfect twelve-year-old girlwith my styled hair mascara and lip-gloss. As much as I didn't want it, Iwas excited for Daddy to see his little girl.The day had started early. Mom had driven home the night before and itwas the first time I spent with her for over two weeks. Her hugs made theworld feel right again.The next morning I was up early. Mom wanted to be sure I was just.