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  • I turned my head and secretly wiped a tear from my eye, then turned my face back to her, and seriously told her, “I am honored with your good wishes, Jennie. But, that would be improper on our parts. Let’s just continue as we always have and enjoy our sharing of my stories.” She looked a little hurt, but then smiled and nodded to me. I never heard from her parents again, and things remained as they had between me and the dear little Jennie, until she graduated from the college nearby to her cum private school. Then she passed on to my dusty memory for precious storage. ENDING NUMBER FOUR “I am and older man, as you can see, living in a very generic condo, in spare but comfortable surroundings. I love to tell stories, both on paper and vocally. It has been my pleasure to share some of my stories on the bus. I very much look forward to each trip to do so. And your daughter has been such a fine audience, and so very encouraging to me. The others on the bus seem to enjoy them, too.” “Yes, we have heard all about them and have even heard ones that Jennie recorded for our enjoyment and analysis as to whether they are appropriate for a young girl of her age. We are very appreciative how you have toned down the stories to a level of general acceptance and see no harm in them. In fact, Teen those stories of yours have helped build a sleep fire in her heart to learn and be able to write something herself. Her grades, which were already quite good have elevated to a very high level because of your lighting this fire under her. Probably not your purpose, but a good result anyway.” “I had no idea, but she was always very appreciative of them, though.” “You never know whose life you touch, when a person does noticeable good or bad. But, that is not what we are here to discuss with you today. Jennie has always been a smallish girl, you evidently took her for ten when you first met. She was actually twelve then. But, she has always been very bright, too. Lately we have noticed some slippage in her grades and took her to the doctor to see if something organic was the cause. We got really bad news about her health. She has a benign, but deadly tumor in her brain. Benign means that it is not cancerous, but that doesn’t prevent it from being very fuck deadly. There is nothing that can be done now, since it is so totally intertwined with her brain mass. I drew down her panties, grinning at the sight of her trimmed bush, the brassy-brown hairs gleaming with her familiar, spicy musk. I went behind her and kissed her on her neck and start pressing her boobs. Her fingers rubbed against her nubs. Until his death, we were at least 5 times a week, if not more. She was very displeased, but not angry about it. She whispered into my ear, “Put your man juice into her. I feel hands caressing my balls from behind. to let me eat her ass but anal was still something shes just getting into so gotta be slow I tried to take more of an administrative role in the office, showing my boss that I could replace him as the manager. Things have been off between us for a while, we’ve been kind of distant, you were coming home late. His body was convulsing and trembling and he...he was ejaculating! The doctor told him it was illegal for him to hook Teen me up with birth control pills without permission of a parent or guardian. Something a schoolgirl would wear and... Her legs instinctively spread open to revel her waiting pussy. “Okay, you know what, forget what I fuck said. “Aw poor baby and you only sleep got my cock cum this morning didn’t you,” he said, sliding his hand between my open thighs. Me? No, I’m not really about that life. She sighed and thought, ‘It will be good he won’t be here as often, I can clear my mind and stay faithful to my husband.’ Those thoughts didn’t keep her from masturbating once inside the house. Your slut!” She heard Sam's thought interject. For a moment I stood staring at her, I couldn’t move and I certainly couldn’t speak. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu’s insistent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. I can't wait to milk her udders!” I tried to reassure her by telling her again, “It’ll be okay,” and as we kissed, she nodded her head. His strong hands held her ankles like a wheelbarrow as he drilled into her, and she panted, moaned, and shouted until he shot his load inside her cum dumpster. Tyshawn felt himself blushing a little.