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He simply nodded and took my hand as I lead him to the bed in the other room. We climbed up on the bed and laid down facing each other, our legs interlocked and our cocks rubbing against each other we locked lips again. My hands explored his velvety soft skin. I ran my hand from his shoulders downward caressing the small of his back and then to his soft little ass cheek. It was such a perfect size, each cheek just about the exact same size as my hand. I ran my hand up & down the hairless crack of his cute little ass, dipping my middle finger inward just enough to slightly spread his cheeks. He moaned softly and thrust his ass back enough to spread his cheeks a little more, giving me full access. I tickled his tiny puckered hole with the tip of my middle finger on each pass of my hand and each time he would let out another slight moan and his body would tremble ever so slightly. I rolled back and lay flat reaching behind me to the nightstand drawer to get the lube. As I was grabbing. —Mrs. Whiteteeth.—An exhibition of cock.—Against a fieldgate.—A night on the grass.—A sight from the barn-loft.—Robert thepage.—Molly.CHAPTER VI.—Joey and nursemaid.—The privy in thelaurel-walk.—Scared.—Whiteteeth in the ditch.—The nursemaid'sbed-room.—Robert amusing her.—A lost virginity.—Aunt andJoey.—Nearly caught.—Amatory instructions to nursemaid.CHAPTER VII.—Molly and Giles.—A country ale-house.—Pender'shistory.—How her virginity was taken.—White-teeth's ailment.—Molly inthe loft.—Interrupted.—Molly tailed.CHAPTER VIII.—Field-women.—Fred at home.—Smith, the field-foreman.—Arape of a juvenile.—Fucking consequences.—Nelly consents.—Fred lookson.CHAPTER IX.—Laura and Fred.—Vauxhall amusements.—A juvenileharlot.—A linen stopper.—The hairless and the hairy.—Ten andforty.—A snub.—At my aunt's.—Nursemaid and page missing.—Pender withchild.—Molly and Giles caught.—Mr. Pendler's letch.CHAPTER X.—Nelly and Sophy.—The beer-house again.—Sophy's belly.—Onthe road.—Against a tree.—At the.
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