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The Majestic

... . . but I still do it, sometimes." Mr. Simpson chuckled, his fingers were slowly working down over the silky flesh of her belly. The slender twelve-year-old knew where they were headed and the thought made the plump lips of her hairless little slot feel all puffy and hot. "All mothers tell their children that playing with themselves is wrong, but it isn't. All playing with yourself does is make you feel good, right?" Betsy would have answered him, but at that very instant his forefinger found the smooth swell of her immature pussy and forced its way between the lips. "Ummmmm, you're getting wet," Newton murmured, pinching one of Betsy's pebble-hard nipples. "You like this, don't you?" The trembling little girl didn't know what to say. Betsy knew that what she was letting the man do wasn't nice, but she and her mother did need the money, and it did feel good! "Yes, it's nice," Betsy whispered and she was rewarded when the man's finger began to twirl and press against the tight mouth of her tight little cunt, sending hot, blazing jolts of pleasure radiating out through her suddenly overheated body! Betsy gasped and wiggled. She felt Mr. Simpson's hard-on rubbing against her and boldly pressed her firm, high-riding buttocks against it, making the handsome man groan with pleasure. "Have you ever seen a man's cock? Have you ever been close to one when it's hard and held it in your hands?" Mr. Simpson's breath tickled her ear and sent chills of pleasure racing up and down Betsy's ...

... spine. "I want you to hold my cock, Betsy! Will you do that for me?" Before she could even think of what to say, the shocked little girl heard her voice rising. "Yes! I mean . . . I guess . . . If you promise not to hurt me." "Oh, no! I don't want to hurt you, honey," the eager manager whispered as he lifted the surprised twelve-year-old off his lap and stood her on her unsteady feet. "You're going to like this! Now let's get these off first." Betsy's hands shook as she helped the man pull her tight panties off and slip them down over her slender thighs. Looking down, the little girl was surprised and a bit embarrassed when she saw the wet spot on her crotch piece and realized that her tight little cunt was sending down a warm coating of lubricant. Mr. Simpson had left his jacket in his office. The man leaned back in his chair and smiled boldly at the shocked twelve-year-old as he calmly unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his slacks. Without hesitation, the lovely little girl pressed closer and watched as the theater manager popped the snaps on his shorts and pulled his stiff, hard penis into view! A small sighing sound oozed out of her throat as Betsy stared intently at Mr. Simpson's big dong straining in his fist. "Oh, my! I thought that Dickie's hard penis was big," the excited little girl thought, "but Mr. Simpson's is three times as large!!" A tingling, itching sensation flickered to life deep in the untouched depths of Betsy's virgin love sheath. She knew how ...