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She slips out of bed and you watch her beautiful rear view | She slips out of bed and your cock stands to attention as you watch her beautiful rear view heading for the bathroom and it strikes you that there are few more beautiful sights in the world than a preteen bottom, whatever the sex. She closes the door behind her and you grab a robe before having a look at her possessions. There is a pair of jeans and a pink top and tiny panties in a crumpled heap on her side of the bed. In the sitting room you spot a small pair of sneakers by the door and a quick check reveals her name - Martha - in felt-tip on the tongues. | ||
"Is it okay if I have a shower," she calls from the bathroom. Remembering that people often have trouble with the controls on your shower, you go in to show her. | "Is it okay if I have a shower," she calls from the bathroom. Remembering that people often have trouble with the controls on your shower, you go in to show her. | ||
She is standing outside with the water running, leaning in and trying to adjust the temperature. The way the perfect globes of her bottom stick out as she bends forward bring your cock to | She is standing outside with the water running, leaning in and trying to adjust the temperature. The way the perfect globes of her bottom stick out as she bends forward bring your cock back to attention and you stand sideways behind her trying to keep it out of the way. "Just twist this one for temperature," you say, demonstrating. "It takes a few moments to react. This knob switches where the water comes from, and this one controls how hard it is." | ||
She turns round and her eyes drop to where your traitorous cock is pushing out of the front of the flimsy robe. She giggles and reaches out to touch it and you pull back. "Sorry," she says, looking contrite. | She turns round and her eyes drop to where your traitorous cock is pushing out of the front of the flimsy robe. She giggles and reaches out to touch it and you pull back. "Sorry," she says, looking contrite. | ||
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"It is 'real'," you say with a smile to show that you don't mind that she was about to say that it felt like a real cock. "If you're going to do that, maybe we'd better both get in the shower. She was sliding the loose skin back and forth. It is clearly not her first cock and you wonder what might have happened in bed last night. | "It is 'real'," you say with a smile to show that you don't mind that she was about to say that it felt like a real cock. "If you're going to do that, maybe we'd better both get in the shower. She was sliding the loose skin back and forth. It is clearly not her first cock and you wonder what might have happened in bed last night. | ||
* [[Sexy Fun Times/Shemale/Bed/Wee/Breakfast|You head into the kitchen to get the coffee on]] | * [[Sexy Fun Times/Shemale/Bed/Wee/Breakfast|You head into the kitchen to get the coffee on]] | ||
Latest revision as of 10:07, 3 December 2022
She slips out of bed and your cock stands to attention as you watch her beautiful rear view heading for the bathroom and it strikes you that there are few more beautiful sights in the world than a preteen bottom, whatever the sex. She closes the door behind her and you grab a robe before having a look at her possessions. There is a pair of jeans and a pink top and tiny panties in a crumpled heap on her side of the bed. In the sitting room you spot a small pair of sneakers by the door and a quick check reveals her name - Martha - in felt-tip on the tongues.
"Is it okay if I have a shower," she calls from the bathroom. Remembering that people often have trouble with the controls on your shower, you go in to show her.
She is standing outside with the water running, leaning in and trying to adjust the temperature. The way the perfect globes of her bottom stick out as she bends forward bring your cock back to attention and you stand sideways behind her trying to keep it out of the way. "Just twist this one for temperature," you say, demonstrating. "It takes a few moments to react. This knob switches where the water comes from, and this one controls how hard it is."
She turns round and her eyes drop to where your traitorous cock is pushing out of the front of the flimsy robe. She giggles and reaches out to touch it and you pull back. "Sorry," she says, looking contrite.
"It's okay. I wasn't expecting..."
She reaches out and this time she wraps her hand around the shaft. "It feels just like..." She blushes again.
"It is 'real'," you say with a smile to show that you don't mind that she was about to say that it felt like a real cock. "If you're going to do that, maybe we'd better both get in the shower. She was sliding the loose skin back and forth. It is clearly not her first cock and you wonder what might have happened in bed last night.