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My Little Blow Job Girl

... the outs?&#034 &#034No, of course not. Anyway, we were never 'on the ins.'&#034 &#034Well, I think you should come over more often, I miss having you over for dinner.&#034 &#034You're sweet,&#034 I say, and almost without thinking about it, I reach out and put my hand on her knee. No sense of boundaries. I know it's wrong the second I do it and I want to pull my hand away but she looks up at me with the sweetest little face, big doe-eyes and just slightly biting her lower lip, and her skin feels so wonderfully soft under my fingers, that I can't help myself, I just leave my hand where it is. My heart's thumping irrationally and I feel like a p*******e. A few seconds later--far later than appropriate--I withdraw my hand. We sit there quiet for a while. I'm trying to think of something to say, but she speaks first. &#034You really should come over for dinner. I'm sure you and Mom can, I mean... I'm sure she'll be glad to see you...&#034 Her face goes red. A voice in the back of my head tells me to not go any further with the conversation, but that voice gets overruled. &#034Me and your mom can do what?&#034 She grins, red-faced. &#034Have sex. That's what you want, right?&#034 &#034Yeah, sure, I like having sex.&#034 &#034Yeah, I know,&#034 she says, her face still red. &#034I wish...&#034 Again that voice. Again it was overruled. &#034What? What do you wish?&#034 &#034I wish... I wish I had a boyfriend.&#034 &#034You're too young for a boyfriend. You don't want to tie ...

... yourself down yet!&#034 &#034OK, then I wish... I wish I was like you and Mom.&#034 &#034What do you mean?&#034 &#034I wish I had a guy that I could just, you know...&#034 &#034Have sex with?&#034 &#034Well, not sex, but you know, just fool around with.&#034 I tried to smile at her, but I was feeling very nervous. After a little silence, I asked, &#034So what do you do, when you fool around with boys?&#034 &#034I don't know, I've never really done it much. One guy, John, he and I would--we'd just look, you know? Just show each other.&#034 &#034Yeah? Didya like that?&#034 &#034It was OK. He was just, you know, we're both just k**s. So...&#034 &#034You'd rather look at an older boy?&#034 &#034Yeah,&#034 she says, looking up at me, her face red. My heart's thumping and the voice in my head is shouting--Don't say it! Don't say it! But he's overruled. &#034You want to look at mine?&#034 &#034OK.&#034 She's even more red-faced. I stand up and quickly drop my shots and boxers. My cock, already a raging hard-on, pops out and stands up at full mast, showing himself proudly to the girl. She doesn't say anything, doesn't move, just sits there staring wide-eyed right at my cock. I stand there for a little while, letting the girl stare, enjoying showing off for her. Finally I say, &#034What do you think?&#034 &#034It's big,&#034 she says, not taking her eyes off my cock. &#034So, what about you?&#034 I asked. &#034I get to look, too, don't I?&#034 She finally broke her stare, looking up at me. ...