It slid into her juicy canal without much resistance, although it was a tight fit. “Oh, Mr. Brooks, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she confessed... “and it feels just as good as I thought it would!” Encouraged, the man started fucking the little girl in earnest, increasing his stroke until he was deep inside her. She moaned as she bucked harder against his thighs. She wrapped her skinny legs around his back and dug her heels in his sides, holding on for dear life as the revitalized old man fucked. I missed her calling me, 'Sir', though.I enjoyed her fawn-like looks and double entendres and the lingering touches of her hand when she passed me change. Once or twice I let on that I knew it was intentional. She'd blush vividly which only served to make me aroused. It got to the point where I'd be half hard by the time I reached the store. Which confused me, really. I didn't usually go for the young ones. They were too unsure of themselves and of what they wanted.She would smile and greet me. After some time swamiji came there. I got up on seeing him. He came closer to me and hugged and kissed me. We both went in front of the Kama deva idol and worshiped. He did some pooja for about 15 minutes and sprinkled the holy water on me. He placed his hand on my hip and said “Aruja, let us continue the second day pooja for your benefit. We moved to the cot and he undressed me and himself. He hugged me and kissed me tightly. We were in 69 position, he was licking my pussy and I was sucking. ‘That isn’t platonic!’ ‘Of course it is,’ he murmured in her ear. ‘This isn’t even first base. ‘ While she was trying to formulate a response his hands caressed her belly creating gentle ripples of water. One hand moved upwards and she felt it brush the underside of her bikini top. ‘If you touch me there you lose,’ she warned him shakily. ‘I’m not going to touch anything naughty,’ he smirked. I’m just going to make you beg me to.’ ‘Huh. That’s not going to work,’ she informed him. His finger.