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Alan Simpson and you have been friends since high school when you both discovered that you were paedophiles. You didn't think of it that way of course, it was just that long summer when you were fourteen and you both "volunteered" to help out on a school trip. You and Alan were already friends, mainly because his dad had a good supply of hard-core porn magazines, and you both took them to your secret den in the woods so that you could masturbate while looking at pictures of big-titted women being fucked by men with huge cocks.
Alan Simpson and you have been friends since high school when you both discovered that you were paedophiles. You didn't think of it that way, of course, it was just that long summer when you were fourteen and you both "volunteered" to help out on a school trip. You and Alan were already friends, mainly because his dad had a good supply of hard-core porn magazines, and you both took them to your secret den in the woods so that you could masturbate while looking at pictures of big-titted women being fucked by men with huge cocks.
 
The trip, for a bunch of fourth-year kids, was organised by Alan's mum, so he had little choice about going and you went along for the ride. You hadn't realised, until you got there, that you were sleeping under canvas; luckily, the tents were already erected so all you had to do was move your stuff inside, before helping the younger kids to get sorted out. There were twelve of them; eight girls and four boys and trying to get them to do anything was a bit like herding kittens, until it was time for lunch when they all magically appeared in the mess tent.
 
They'd all changed into shorts and T-shirts and we joined them while Alan's mum and her friend distributed sandwiches and drinks. You were surprised to find that there was some sort of competition going on between some girls to see who was going to sit next to you and Alan; there was plenty of room on the bench, but Susie, a pretty ten-year-old with curly brown hair and braces on her teeth ended up squashed right against you. On the opposite bench, Alan had a couple of nine-year-olds, one on either side.
 
I chatted to Susie and you couldn't help noticing how her stiff nipples pushed out the front of her T-shirt and you think you may have teased her about it, making her blush. Afterwards, Alan and I were sitting on the grass watching them play some kind of game when Alan told me that one of the girls had put her hand on his cock. Of course, I didn't believe him at first, but he insisted it was true and told me that he'd arranged to meet her after the leaders had gone to bed.


The trip, for a bunch of fourth-year kids, was organised by Alan's mum, so he had little choice about going so you went along for the ride. You hadn't realised, until you got there, that you were sleeping under canvas; luckily, the tents were already erected so all you had to do was move your stuff inside, before helping the kids to get sorted out. There were twelve of them; eight girls and four boys and trying to get them to do anything was a bit like herding kittens, until it was time for lunch when they all magically appeared in the mess tent.





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Alan Simpson and you have been friends since high school when you both discovered that you were paedophiles. You didn't think of it that way, of course, it was just that long summer when you were fourteen and you both "volunteered" to help out on a school trip. You and Alan were already friends, mainly because his dad had a good supply of hard-core porn magazines, and you both took them to your secret den in the woods so that you could masturbate while looking at pictures of big-titted women being fucked by men with huge cocks.

The trip, for a bunch of fourth-year kids, was organised by Alan's mum, so he had little choice about going and you went along for the ride. You hadn't realised, until you got there, that you were sleeping under canvas; luckily, the tents were already erected so all you had to do was move your stuff inside, before helping the younger kids to get sorted out. There were twelve of them; eight girls and four boys and trying to get them to do anything was a bit like herding kittens, until it was time for lunch when they all magically appeared in the mess tent.

They'd all changed into shorts and T-shirts and we joined them while Alan's mum and her friend distributed sandwiches and drinks. You were surprised to find that there was some sort of competition going on between some girls to see who was going to sit next to you and Alan; there was plenty of room on the bench, but Susie, a pretty ten-year-old with curly brown hair and braces on her teeth ended up squashed right against you. On the opposite bench, Alan had a couple of nine-year-olds, one on either side.

I chatted to Susie and you couldn't help noticing how her stiff nipples pushed out the front of her T-shirt and you think you may have teased her about it, making her blush. Afterwards, Alan and I were sitting on the grass watching them play some kind of game when Alan told me that one of the girls had put her hand on his cock. Of course, I didn't believe him at first, but he insisted it was true and told me that he'd arranged to meet her after the leaders had gone to bed.