CHAPTER EIGHT
She knew that she had to get up. She lay in delighted shock, her v****a feeling as if it had been turned inside out. She found it impossible to keep from kissing this lithe-limbed boy. Or to keep from clinging to his c**k.
It was, she realized, not really big. Not like his dad's, nor like Bob's. But it was pretty big for a boy, she imagined. She turned to the quietly smiling lad and asked him.
"Isn't your peter pretty big for your age?"
He laughed. "I don't know. Maybe. I see some a lot bigger in the locker room at Warren Junior High." He laid a warm paw on the breast nearest him. He felt it carefully, the smoothness and tautness, his touch giving the tender n****e a harsh thrill of pleasure. "I don't see any boobs like this," he said, giggling.
"Oh, come on, Roy," Ja
