| Driving My babygirl home was a long, long trip, since she lived wa-a-a-y out in the country, and I was never in a hurry to drop her off. About a half-mile from her momma’s farmhouse was a wide shoulder off the road darkened beneath a nestle of cottonwoods, and there we routinely stopped for a sweet spell of goodnight kisses. It never mattered then how many times I’d been inside her on our dates, for one of us would always unzip My pants so My good girl could swallow one last treat. She liked to pause her play to tease, and hold Me throbbing while she asked Me some silly question, then giggle as I pushed her head back down. For Me, that was always the best burst of the night, and as I blew out My breath, flesh straining in painful ultra-sensitivity, without fail My babygirl would smack her lips and beg to do it again. Such a very good girl. |
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| During her Little Angel Period |
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