From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Srory: EDWARD'S CHILDREN 5   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
       Story Code: MF Mg Mf fgg bg Fb ped / pedo inc hetero oral anal ws   
      
       Chapter 5 TUTI'S PERIODS AND PERSONAL HYGIENE   
      
       Getting home a little after 5, I was met by a beaming smile and the big   
   wide brown eyes of my twelve year old lover.  I am not sure whether she was   
   just bored or really happy to see me.  Either way I gave her a kiss and   
   picking her up, she wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around   
   my neck.  I walked us over to the sofa and sat us down.  She was wearing   
   the usual washed-out T-shirt, which stretched across her legs and rode up   
   her thighs as I sat us down her on my lap facing me, her legs bent kneeling   
   either side of mine.   
      
       Looking at her crotch, I recognised the knickers.  They were the ones   
   full of holes that she had been wearing the first time I had gotten a view   
   of her vee.  There's something very erotic about shabby limp knickers with   
   holes in and where there are no holes the material is so washed out it as   
   almost translucent.  We chatted about nothing, she telling me about some   
   friends she's made at one of her mother's cleaning venues and about her   
   dolly.  I stroked her hair as we talked, occasionally leaning forward to   
   peck her lips, interrupting her chatter.  She was lovely, so full of life,   
   so innocent, so bright, so pretty.  Her eyes are so brown that their almost   
   black and the white of her eyes are pure white and her eyes are so big.   
      
       Her lips are full, not full like African but a classic beauty type full.   
   I couldn't resist pecking at them feeling the softness.  Her tits pushed   
   straight forward, perfect cones easily able to lift the material of her   
   shirt.  "Is your mommy still working on Saturday mornings?" I asked.  "Yes   
   sir," she replied.   
      
       "Will you come to my bed after she leaves for work in the morning?" I   
   said with a smile.  She smiled back and nodded.  I wrapped my arms around   
   her and drew her too me sliding my hand inside the back of her panties to   
   feel the warm, smooth, soft skin of her perfectly formed globes.  I   
   wondered whether there was any age at which a female is more beautiful than   
   that first moment when their bodies emerge from the cocoon to be   
   butterflies.  She was twelve and a fully formed female with little hips,   
   small globe buttocks and conical tits.  I suppose it could be argued that   
   another year or maybe even two might enhance her beauty.  Kissing her   
   again, I told her "I must go now sweetheart, you come to my bed and wake me   
   in the morning.  OK?" "OK," she said.   
      
       I left her to join the lads in the bar.  I sat with George and a few   
   others planning our weekend golf and sorting the world out generally.   
   George seemed a little sad.  I wondered whether Sarah had been giving him   
   grief.  Perhaps he suspected she was having an affair; perhaps he suspected   
   it was me.  Under any other circumstances, I would have felt guilty, in   
   fact I would not be doing it, but I felt no sympathy for him.  He knew he   
   was homosexual and it was selfish of him to marry a heterosexual woman   
   without telling her that he might have difficulty meeting her needs.  Or   
   that if he did shag her he'd be picturing Brad Pit whilst he was doing it.   
   I felt sorry for him that he was afflicted with a condition that plainly he   
   didn't want but I felt sorrier for Sarah.  We shared a few drinks before   
   going home.   
      
       Next morning I was awakened by a little hand shaking my shoulder.  My   
   little angel had come as agreed.  Big broad smile and wide eyed, she was   
   wearing the same shabby 'T' shirt as last night.  Her tits proudly pushing   
   the front forward.  I wondered whether she was short of clothes or too idle   
   to change.  I pulled back the covers inviting her in and exposing my naked   
   body to her.  I noticed her eyes run down my body on halt at my morning   
   glory.  Hands either side of her shirt she whipped it off over her head,   
   her tits bouncing as they were pulled up and dropped down they bobbed back   
   into the horizontal.  Hands down she stepped out of her knickers.  The same   
   shabby holy knickers she's been wearing the previous afternoon.  I put a   
   note on the list in my head to speak to her about personal hygiene and buy   
   her some clothes.  It didn't, however, detract from her beauty, with her   
   beaming smile and big brown eyes she could have worn a paper bag and she   
   would have still looked lovely.   
      
       She climbed in and slid alongside me snuggling her head into my chest. I   
   smelt her hair.  Total 100% little girl smell, unadulterated with perfumes,   
   scents, shampoos or anything else.  Her own individual body odour, pure   
   innocent little girl scent.  I took her face in my hands and drew her lips   
   to mine and kissed her.   
      
       "Good morning my little angel!" I said.  She smiled and kissed me back.   
   We lay there pecking each others lips, I stared into her eyes, clear   
   sparkling eyes.  Pecking her lips is slipped my tongue between them just   
   the tip between her lips and she brought the tip of her tongue forward to   
   meet mine.  I stroked her beautiful tits, savouring the softness.  Lowering   
   myself down the bed I drew level with her tits and took her right tit into   
   my mouth.  She kissed my head and stroked my hair as I sucked her tit.   
      
       The feeling of that soft cone on my mouth is indescribable, my tongue   
   exploring all of it, the tip feeling the texture of her areola and nipple,   
   pushing her nipple back into her flesh with my tongue.  I could play with   
   her tits for ever and be totally satisfied.  I switched to her left tit   
   just in case I might make her sore by sucking too long on one tit.  I   
   slipped my hand down and round her bottom and explored the soft round   
   globes of a twelve year old woman.  Feeling the increase in heat as my hand   
   passed over the crack of her arse, my dick throbbing at the thought of   
   things to come.  As the sheets, moved air would waft up from beneath them   
   and I could smell her sex.  A much stronger smell than in the past.  A   
   strong ripe mature little girl smell.   
      
       Was I turning her on.  Was she getting wet.  Had she been playing with   
   herself waiting for her mom to leave.  Had she masturbated last evening   
   after I'd left her and left the little girl juice unwashed to ferment.   
   Bringing a hand to the front I softly stroked the downy fur on her twelve   
   year old pubis before pressing my middle finger into her slit feeling her   
   warm wet place.  She gasped and my digit made contact with her clit.  My   
   head almost covered by the sheets as I sucked her tit, her sex smell now   
   filled the covered air, a full bodied musty smell.  I slid my finger into   
   her hole and slowly finger fucked her, feeling her sticky and gooey.   
   Withdrawing my finger I brought it to my nose.  Wooooooo it was vintage,   
   mature, fermented, distilled twelve year old.  I concluded that this little   
      
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