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Subject: Delores (Mf, mast, pedo, cons)
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Delores (Mf, mast, pedo, cons)
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My late wife and I bought a house near Le Blanc in France about twenty
years ago. It was a nice property and at the time we were the only
English people in the area and it remained that way for almost ten
years though there was a Canadian at Bouesse, the other side of
Argenton sur Creuze.
Then twelve years ago Frank and Mercedes Jackson moved in to a house
about fifteen kilometers to the north of us in the Brenne Regional
Park and we became friends. They were an odd couple. They were both
teachers, like my wife and I, so we all got on well together but they
were much younger than us. She was about thirty six and pregnant with
her first. This had a lot to do with us bonding well for she, as all
pregnant women do, had to sit with her legs wide apart and in the heat
of summer she had no other option. The result was that after a couple
of visits she started to always pick the seat opposite me and pull the
hem of her skirt up. It took me a little while to realize that she
was doing it deliberately but then I enjoyed it. Normally I would
never have had time to get through all the moves needed to do so but
we were all there for five weeks so I did and I fucked her in the last
week. My wife never knew that, nor that her husband did me too.
Three years ago my wife was killed in an RTA. How does not matter but
it left me with little money and a lot of time, so I moved to France
where I had a paid up house in good condition and sold my English one
for two hundred thousand. This way I got enough to live on. Frank
and Mercedes and the product of that pregnancy, Delores, were also
coming to France more regularly as they became ever more disillusioned
with the English education system and Mercedes difficult mother.
Anyway, it was the ancient mother who indirectly caused what follows
for if it had not been for her then we would have traveled back to
England on different days. Indeed I did not even know that they were
going back that day and only found out when we met in the car park
whilst we were waiting for the ferry at St Malo.
They had raced up the road from Indre as fast as their car could carry
them but they only just made it and only got on because another car
did not turn up. Thus they did not have a cabin and were not looking
forward to sleeping in a straight chair, all the recliners having been
booked. I therefore offered them the other bunk in my cabin.
As it was an 8 hour journey and Delores parents gladly accepted the
offered bunk and I equally willingly accepted the opportunity to
cuddle a cute eight year old girl for six hours when it was offered,
though I did make the usual formal objections.
When we got into the cabin my friends stripped down to underwear and I
to my boxers. It was very hot. Then I got into bed.
Dolores was dressed in a red jogging suit (is that the right name
now?) which she proceeded to take off so that by the time she got into
bed with me she was dressed only in little white cotton vest and
panties. I was so flabbergasted that I just sat and watched her as
she went about doing the ordinary things that all little girls do.
She took each item of clothing in turn and folded it up neatly and
laid it on one side. Then to finish she pulled up her panties up so
that the material pulled right into her crack. I had a wonderful
view. Her vulva was outlined in full. I have not seen such a view
since my children were her age and that is thirty years ago.
Does anyone know why parents think that vest and pants in not sexy?
They turn me on no end and I know from others in my group of friends
that other men feel the same. Anyway, the sight gave me a real good
hard on, the best that I had had for several years. My wife was OK in
bed but she always refused dress up for me so this sight, which was
what I had always wanted to see, really turned me on.
Eventually she lay down beside me, with her back to me. I turned away
from her but that was fatal for she too rolled over and stared to
cuddle me. Innocently I thought, but later I was not so sure for
after a few gentle strokes of my tummy she moved directly to my crotch
and had a long feel of my rock hard eight inches. I should have
pushed her hand away but I didn't. I just lay there and let it
happen. I was terrified both of being caught and also of coming off
too soon. I was enjoying it so much that it hurt. It felt as if it
had an extra inch added to it and it might have been too for my cock
was straining to push its way through between by skin and the elastic
waist band. I decided the next day that it was perhaps not really
very innocent, for it went on far too long. Did her daddy profit time
to time from this wonderful experience too? I hope so. I never did
with my girls but I would have loved to.
Then things got worse for her parents started to fuck on the other
bunk. They made the most wonderful sounds and as it, like many cabins,
had a slight background night light, it was not totally dark, so we
rolled over to watch. Not that we could really see anything but it
did get her hand off my cock and that was, I thought, going to be
safer.
I could not have been more wrong. She now had her backside to me and
started to shuffle to get comfortable. Comfortable! Her idea of
comfortable was to spoon in until she was lying there with my rock
like, fully tumescent hard on half up the crack of her arse but still
outside her knickers. By now it was though sticking out through the
opening of my boxers, which I never fasten up, and rubbing itself
deliciously against her panties. I do love white cotton panties.
They are so soft and sexy.
Needless to say my hands started to wander. She did not object when
they felt her cunt but regrettably she did not come off herself. I
did try but failed. However she seemed to like be rubbing my cock up
and down her arse crack and, as you can guess, her knickers soon got
soaked in spunk! I never expected anything like that to happen but
she said nothing then and must have said nothing since for I still
visit her house regularly and she now wanks me off occasionally.