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Play Ball

By Romany

(M/g)


Hogarth stood sipping his coffee and looking through the vertical
blinds at his yard as it sloped gently to the high fence with his
back neighbor. The grape vine along the fence needed trimmed. The
step from the ranch slider door down to the pea gravel on the
path had a trace of green slime. That need to be scrubbed
otherwise someone would slip on it. Suddenly a bright yellow
tennis ball bounced along the pea gravel and his eyes opened in
surprise. Amy Hansen from next door came into view following the
errant ball thrown by her younger brother. The girl turned back
remonstrating with her sibling for his careless throw. She
stopped directly opposite the ranch slider and for some reason
turned her head towards the glass door. She froze as she saw the
figure of Hogarth standing behind the open vertical blinds. For a
few moments the two stared at each other. Amy felt concerned he
might yell at here for being on his property. Hogarth was
somewhat surprised at how well developed young Amy had become
since he had last seen her this close. It hardly seemed yesterday
she was eight years old. She was the eldest of a family of five
children that his neighbors had popped out in rapid succession;
including a set of twins.

The man and girl regarded each other and Amy stood feeling
embarrassed. Her sense of manners made her feel the need to
apologize to her neighbor. Hogarth looked hungrily at the girl�s
budding chest under her tee shirt. No training bra and the little
nipples were evident. She must be eleven or twelve. Hogarth had
lived here nearly four years and recalled she was about eight
when he and his family arrived. Amy was hoping for Hogarth to
open the ranch slider and say something so she could take the
opportunity to apologize for her intrusion. He didn�t move and
she was confused as what to do. It would have been better had she
just turned and went back through the trees dividing their yards.
Much better. Hogarth moved a hand to his flies, and staring at
the girl with a blank expression; he lowered the zipper and
slowly dragged his cock out. Amy�s eyes opened wide and she stood
stunned at this obscene exposure by her neighbor. She felt rooted
to the spot holding the ball in both hands before her and she
noted she was perspiring. Hogarth jerked the cock obscenely and
grinned at her now. His erection clearly evident in his practiced
hand moving slowly up and down it; clutching his coffee cup in
other hand.

�Amy, hurry up,� came a small boy�s voice from outside.

Her brother Kevin was getting impatient. Amy turned half in the
direction of the voice and then looked back at Hogarth�s erect
penis in his hand. She glanced at his face and saw the leering
smile.

�Amy!� Kevin called. �Hurry up or I�m not playing anymore.�

Hogarth heard the boy�s voice raised louder this time. Amy stood
still looking at Hogarth�s cock. She lifted her gaze briefly and
met his eyes. She smiled impishly at him. She heard a rustle in
the trees behind her at the boundary of the properties.

�Coming,� she said quickly turning in the direction of the noise.

She glanced back at Hogarth and smiled sweetly and with a sense
of reluctance, turned and went back over to her yard with the
ball in her hand.

***

Hogarth wept quietly, sitting on the old settee there in the back
family room. What the fuck was he doing? Why the hell had he done
that?

�Oh Christ� he sniffed. �I�m toast,� and he wiped his eyes with
the back of his hand and looked around dejectedly if there was an
answer somewhere.

The sickly odor of his ejaculation was fresh in his nostrils.
He�d jacked himself frantically once the girl had gone out of
view. He had cum over the carpet, and then wiped his shoe over it
to dissolve the semen in the carpet pile. And then feeling the
sudden rush of post-ejaculation remorse at his stupidity with the
preteen; he�d staggered backwards to the old settee, dropping his
empty coffee cup on the way. A last dribble of coffee made a
light stain on the carpet. He sat disconsolate and stared at the
floor. This was the room where there was an extra TV set and DVD
player, the old stereo, and two guitars on their stands that
belong to his younger son Todd. This is where the family came for
time out. It was an after-thought room at the rear of the house;
added by the previous owner as a rumpus room for their young
family. It was too big for a bedroom and in the wrong location to
be the main living room. But perfect as a drop-in room to relax.

He sat wondering what the hell would happen if the girl told her
religious parents. Her father David was a holier-then-thou
asshole who�d become quite aloof and distant after Hogarth had
politely turned down the invitation to join their church.

�Fucking holy rollers,� his older son Gavin had laughed after
Hogarth had told the family of the invitation.

But on the face of it, David�s wife Annette was nice enough and
the kids seemed genuinely nice and well behaved. They were a very
close religious family who generally kept to themselves.

�What have I done?� Hogarth gasped and screwed his face in
anguish, stifling the sobs and trying to work the churning knot
of fear from his stomach.

As he sat feeling devastated at his actions, the ball suddenly
appeared in his view, bouncing past the glass ranch slider and
beyond it out of sight. Then Amy walked tentatively into view
opposite the glass door; looking expectantly at the door and not
at where the ball went. Hogarth sat flabbergasted. It came to him
instantly. The ball�s flight onto the yard was deliberate,
surely? She retrieved the ball quickly and then slowed looking
into the glass door on her return path to her property. Hogarth
sat nonplussed as Amy stood looking at him between the slats of
the blinds. He stood and slowly walked over to the glass door.
She stared at him pensively. Forgetting just how wretched he had
felt moments earlier, the middle age man open his flies a second
time and pulled his flaccid cock out. Letting it hang untouched
from his flies. He stared at her and saw the look of awe on her
face as she nervously fingered the ball.

�Is this what you came to see?� he said quietly.

This time there was no Kevin calling impatiently from his yard.
Hogarth move forwards and his cock wagged and waved. Coming up to
the blinds, he reached for the draw-string and pulled the blinds
back so the glass door was half uncovered. He flicked the catch
on the aluminum door-frame and gently slid the door open. Amy
stared nervously at the cock, now slowly getting hard as the
excitement coursing through Hogarth�s body caused it to become
erect.

�Is this what you want to see?� Hogarth whispered to the girl; as
if her parents could hear if he spoke normally.

She nodded and stared at it.

�Come here Amy,� he called softly and beckoned here to step up
into the room.

Glancing in the direction of her yard, Amy stood on the single
wooden step and then into the room. He eyes never leaving his
cock.

�Is Kevin expecting you?� he said quietly.

She shook her head.

�He�s gone inside�he got annoyed,� she said in a trance-like
monotone.

�That�s good,� he cooed. �We don�t want him to see.�

She nodded mechanically and stared at the cock.

�Touch it Amy�you can touch it,� he said reaching to take the
ball from her hands.

Hogarth instructed the girl to jack his cock. The little girl
tentatively following his directions on grip, and the jacking
rhythm. He came quickly and she let out a stifled shriek and
giggle as the cum spew forth and splattered the ground; Hogarth
gasping and groaning in delight. He made her feel the slick
smears of semen on the knob of his cock and then after she had
rubbed it in her fingers, he made her sniffed them and put her
fingers to her lips, encouraging her to lick them. She did so
with a quizzical look on her face and decided it wasn�t offensive
in any way. Her heart still beating with excitement at making his
cock spurt the stuff everywhere. Once again the post-ejaculation
paranoia surfaced but he controlled his rising regret to wind the
girl down gently without making it look like he was simply
throwing her out. He tucked his cock back in his pants and handed
her the ball.

�You can get your ball anytime,� he said staring at her.

She nodded with an impish grin on her lips knowing what he meant.

�After school?� she asked looking at him zipping up his flies.

�Yes. I should be home,� he answered knowing full well he would
be home every day until he found another job.

She left and he closed the doors and pulled the blinds across
without closing them. He sat on the settee and once again felt
bad about what had happened. Not as bad as the first time as he
was now sure she would be discrete; because of the fact she had
returned specifically for him to expose himself again. He
wondered if she ever though he would let her touch it. She didn�t
seem at all fazed; in fact she seemed excited and eager to handle
his cock and her reaction to his cumming was a delight. Her
girlish shriek and nervous near hysterical giggle had captivated
him.

Hogarth regarded his situation. Laid off after eighteen years
loyal service from his finance job with a family owned
manufacturing company of about a hundred employees. He had
thought he had a job for life he was so respected by the family
management team. But times were tough and his friend and general
manager Rob Easton had said they couldn�t afford a CFO for a
company under such financial pressure; and that they would be
outsourcing their accounting to a major accountancy firm. It had
been nearly three months now and there was often friction between
Hogarth and his wife Denise over his apparent reluctance to take
jobs she felt he could do. Not understanding the grief he was
suffering at the loss of his job and loss of self esteem. She
held the family together financially. They were slowly eroding
his layoff money. So he spent most days at home trolling the job
sites and setting up appointments for interviews he knew most
likely would not bear fruit. Dredging porn sites as a light
relief to his job hunting, and he had become hooked. He was now a
porn junky. He had never thought in his rational mind he would
ever do anything like expose himself to a child, let alone a
neighbor so close to home. Yet it was an impulse seeing Amy�s
budding breasts and nipples through her tee shirt. The jeans she
wore were baggy and showed no relief of her hips, crotch or butt,
but he knew she was clearly on the cusp of puberty. And so he sat
for a second time today, with his shoulders sagging and heavy
heart at the trouble he could be in. Within twenty minutes
following a period of self pity, he was surfing porn and Amy was
suddenly an sexual object of interest to him again. His remorse
had quickly become short lived.

The ball became their signal. She would come home after school
and help her mother with a series of chores and then slip outside
to their yard. She was trying to be discrete so Kevin and the
twins wouldn�t tag long. Moving to the tree lined boundary with
Hogarth�s property knowing he was in his back room; and throwing
the ball to be retrieved. He would have the door open waiting.
Sometimes he already had his thing out and it was hard as he
waited in anticipation. She delighted in playing with it and
seeing it spurt under her touch. Her secret was exciting. Ever
since Carla Madigan had confessed that Pastor Harris had exposed
himself to her after bible study, and she had touched it, Amy had
wondered about men and why they might be interested in kids like
her and Carla. Pastor Harris was old like her dad. Why had he
done that with Carla? Yet when Carla had excitedly whispered her
secret, Amy had felt envious of Carla. And now she had a similar
secret only much grander than Carla�s. Yet she felt she could not
say anything to her friend. She had a better story to tell but
wouldn�t use it to impress Carla. Realizing it was very wrong and
potentially dangerous to mention it. And the young girl felt that
she was at fault.

After week or two of this secret activity, Hogarth coaxed her to
take it in her mouth. She was reluctant at first but he
eventually won her round and soon she was kneeling between his
legs and sucking him until he came. At first he let her pull the
cock from her lips and spurt past his head. But as she became
more used to the cock in her mouth, one day he tricked her into
taking the semen on her face and some in her mouth. She had
coughed and spluttered and recoiled in a sense of disgust. But
just as he had led her from hand job, to blow job, eventually she
become good at swallowing his cum. All this time he had resisted
the impulse to touch her. It was one way sex; the girl tending to
his needs. By now the instances of regret and remorse had waned
and the two took to plotting the likely times she could slip from
the house to come to him. It all worked fine while he was home,
but his wife Denise was getting impatient with his apparent high
opinion of himself to not pursue lesser jobs to the one he was
laid off from. Their squabbling intensified such that the boys
often had to referee. They were good kids, both still at high
school with Darren graduating this year. Hogarth was becoming
more comfortable at home on his own. Surfing porn on the internet
or lazing about on the deck, and waiting expectantly for his
preteen neighbor to visit for quick urgent sex. Denise was the
breadwinner and Amy was his drug; life seemed OK.

The onset of the summer holidays saw their sex ramp up. Hogarth
had taken to doing regular yard work as a way to appease Denise.
Showing her he wasn�t just and idle slob too proud to take any
job. He would use this time until the right job came along to do
some necessary pruning and weeding on their property. He
deliberately spent time at the back of his yard and telling Amy
his reason to be there was for her. She would frequently slip
through the trees and he would hug her and open his flies. The
ball was quickly superfluous as a reason to enter his yard, and
one late afternoon when Hogarth held her behind a large tree and
she played with his cock, Hogarth pushed his hand under her short
skirt and felt the swell of her sex. In her times of wondering
about their contact, Amy had wondered why he had never tried to
touch her; thinking there was something wrong with her. Now he
was kneading her sex gently and she felt a thrill he was clearly
interested in her. She parted her legs a little and he saw her
willingness to help him. Before the little girl could assimilate
the excitement of having him touch her, he had pushed her panties
to her knees and bent his knees so his cock protruded up under
the hem of her dress. The preteen glanced around worried her
family might somehow see them but the stand of trees masked them
from her yard. Hogarth slid his cock against her sex and humped
her with his cock skidding back and forth against her labia;
jutting beyond her groin at the rear as he pushed back and forth.
He brought himself off quickly; Amy holding his upper arms as he
slid back and forth. She felt the wetness of the semen on his
cock head smearing her sex. She stood with a broad grin on her
mouth looking up at him. His face all intent and with that look
which she had come to know. It was Hogarth�s look of pure lust
for this preteen.

He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped her
crotch, allowing Amy to pull her panties up. She left adjusting
them on her bottom; feeling under her skirt to get them
comfortable with a broad smile on her lips. They had gone to the
next level. Hogarth sometimes went out in the yard after dinner
seemingly doing small tasks of yard work. Amy sometimes was able
to slip across and the act of simulated sex was now the norm. The
girl standing braced against his arms holding her as he sawed
back and forth with his cock pressed up against her sex and
skidding over it. Cumming over her and feel her as he would
massage the semen into her smooth skin as she held his cock.

�I won�t get pregnant will I?� she had whispered one afternoon
when she felt particularly wet with his semen wiped on her body.

�I�ve had a vasectomy�snip�snip,� he had sighed enjoying her hand
tugging at his cock. �But no�not from doing this,� he smiled.

She was happy with his answer, knowing what it meant. She
secretly knew her dad had had a vasectomy after baby Jamie cam
along so close after the twins. Her mother had been sad when she
first knew she was pregnant with Jamie; but now he was just part
of their loving happy family. But her mom had decided no more.

In contrast to the increasing erotic coupling between Amy and
Hogarth, Hogarth�s relationship with wife Denise had deteriorated
further. The effort to show he was working at something
worthwhile failed to appease.

�Get a job,� she had yelled at him. �Any job�but pull your weight
financially.�

As well as this she was starting to come home late and admitted
sometimes going for a drink with work friends rather than come
straight home. Telling him during one rather scathing exchange
that sometimes she dreaded the thought of coming home and finding
him sitting in the armchair she was sure he�d been stuck in all
day. That frightened him. Who went drinking with her? Maybe her
interests were roaming. Within days of her remark he had a job
pumping gas. Shit wages and tips, but she seemed genuinely
grateful he�d made the effort.

�It�s a start,� she had said hugging him. �You�ve made the first
real step at recovery. You�re doing something you otherwise would
never have done. It�s like an alcoholic admitting he is one,� she
had said. �Now we can rebuild our life.�

She was right. He would do his turns at the gas station and be
more aggressive at finding jobs in his field of finance. It was
one evening when he came home that he drove slowly down the hill
to turn into their drive that he saw Amy walking up from her
letterbox. He could tell the girl was wearing pajamas and a robe
and she must have been preparing for bed when she had been
detailed to check the letterbox. Her parents presumably having
over-looked clearing it during the day. He got out of the car and
looked across at her walking up the path to the door. She slowed
and turned her head to look at him and he saw her give a little
wave. He looked at his house that was in darkness apart from the
porch light. This usually meant everyone was out and expected
back later. He made a motion with his head to the house, meaning
the back of the yard and she gave a small nod of acknowledgement
and they lost sight of each other as she walked up her path to
her house which was slightly higher on the rise to Hogarth�s.
Once inside he found the note from Denise explaining where they
rest of the family was and what time they�d be home. She�d left
some food in the oven for him to reheat. Hogarth went straight to
the rear of the house and stepped out the door. He hung around
the back of his yard in the dark and it struck him that maybe Amy
thought he was just being polite and had nodded as if a wave of
greeting.

�Muppet,� he sighed. �Why the hell did I think she could ever get
over her this late? She�s probably meant to be in bed,� he
muttered.

He made to move back to the open ranch slider and he jumped as he
came across Amy standing looking in the door.

�I�m so glad to se you,� he said quietly and she jumped hearing
the voice behind her.

�They think I�ve gone to bed. Mom�s having a bath and dad�s on
the computer�I sneaked out,� she said with an impish smile. �I
haven�t got long though.�

�Does your mother check you before she goes to bed?� he asked.

�Not tonight, she already kissed us goodnight before she got into
the bath. She�ll go straight bed afterwards,� the little said.

�They won�t lock you out will they?� he asked.

�No�there is a key under the frog at the back door anyway,� she
said referring to a plaster ornament he had seen near their back
door.

He ushered her into the backroom and across to the settee. The
blinds were open and there was plenty of ambient light, despite
it being night, so they could easily see. He undid her robe as
she fumbled at his pants and exposed his cock. He chuckled at her
eagerness to get at it, and then to her amazement, he tugged at
the pajama top. She went along with it but she was clearly taken
aback by this new direction. He only ever handled her budding
breasts through her clothes. He got her naked to the waist and
pushed her gently back on the settee. For several minutes Hogarth
played with the little girl�s breasts. A broad smile came to the
girl�s lips as she enjoyed his interest. But then he sat up and
tugged at the waistband on her pajama bottoms. If he hadn�t taken
her top off she probably would not have been so concerned but it
occurred to her if he took her bottoms off she would be naked.
And that was something she hadn�t considered. He did strip the
pajama bottoms away and she lay with a degree of apprehension he
could see her nude body.

�Beautiful,� she heard him sigh and he bent and nuzzled her
breasts once more.

His hand slid between her legs and his fingers played with her
sex lips. A broad smile came to her face as she realized he was
paying some homage to her burgeoning body and she hooked an arm
around his shoulders. She ignored his cock and lay back enjoying
his attention. When he trailed his lips down her body towards her
sex, her eyes widened and the smile broadened as she felt his
lips on her most intimate place. He inhaled her scent noting the
smell of soap indicating she had bathed or showered before
putting her pajamas on. Hogarth was aroused and intoxicated by
her body. He pushed a finger into her which he had never done
before. Of course she was dry.

�Wait,� he whispered and left the room.

She lay pensive feeling the draft from the cool night air from
the open ranch slider door. Hogarth returned and she watched as
he dropped his pants. There was a faint odor of petrol from his
day at the gas station. Amy�s eyes opened wide as she saw his
cock and balls and pubic bush exposed against his thighs for the
first time. He was naked from the waist down. He had something in
his hands and she saw his hand move to her and then felt the cool
wet of the lubricant he had brought from his nightstand in his
room. A pang of fear shot through her as she realized he was
lubricating her for sex and she bit her lip in concern. This
isn�t what she wanted. She was thinking the simulated sex and his
ejaculation as they had practiced in his yard. The more intense
he became greasing her sex the more apprehensive Amy became he
was going to have sex with her. She felt helpless. She had done
everything he had ever wanted. How could she stop this? She lay
as he stepped back and a look of fear came to her face as she saw
him lewdly stroking his cock to transfer the residue of the lube
from his fingers to his cock.

He saw her face and did not recognize her concern. It never
occurred to him she might not want this. She saw the lustful look
on his face and her worry deepened. She saw his eyes gleaming
wickedly and knew she had little chance to stop him. Whatever he
had done before she had gone along with and he expected this
would be no different. She felt totally powerless stop this. He
eased towards her, dragging one of her legs off the side of
settee, and stooped and pushed the blunt head of his cock against
her tender sex. She turned her head so as not to see his leering
eyes and bit her lip. Tears trickled from her tightly shut eyes
and she whispered �no�I�m too little� briefly but he didn�t hear
her, he was so intent on fucking her. Hogarth slowly shoved his
cock into the twelve year olds well greased cunt. Stretching it
open and slowly pushing inside. Reaching under her buttocks and
lifting her slightly. With a small squeal from Amy, he punched
through her hymen, taking her virginity. Amy yelped and wept as
Hogarth fucked into her, seemingly ignoring the obvious distress
she was in. He was incredibly turned on by the tightness of the
little girl. Sex with Denise had been sporadic since their
marital difficulties and he hadn�t had a decent fuck for weeks
now. He simply forgot who she was and now balls deep inside of
her; he fucked Amy as if she were a grown woman. Amy gasped and
grunted in discomfort as he fucked her harder, causing the old
settee to groan and creak. Building up and lifting her legs so
the knees doubled back to her chest. Her eyes full of tears and a
sense of shock coursing through her realizing that he was deep
inside her. Perhaps she wasn�t too little after all. The fuck did
not last long. He was too aroused and she too tight for him to
manage any possibility of stall off the pleasure. He came
noisily, pushing into her and she clung to him overwhelmed by his
reaction. He shoved down hard at her and the cock thudded into to
her virgin cervix. By the time he had finished, she was weeping
steadily from the emotional strain of what had happened and the
stinging feeling in her insides from the ravaged hymen.

He slowly eased out of her and urged her to stand and put her
pajamas and robe back on. Feeling a little panicky that Denise
and the boys might suddenly return. He left her briefly and
returned with lanoline wipes. She felt a sense of humiliation at
having to wipe herself in front of him. But she finally had her
pajamas and robe on and he ushered her to the door. Hugging her
briefly and telling her how great she was and it would be OK. And
reminding her once again she could not have a baby because of
him. Amy carefully picked her way through the trees, stopping to
go under a branch along their common boundary. She crept to the
back door and sighed in relief her father had not locked the door
yet. She silently padded to the bathroom and stopped hearing a
sound. Her mother was still in there and by all accounts, so was
her father. Her eyes opened wide as she knew what the sounds
through the door in the bathroom meant; they were engaged in sex.
She felt deflated. She had heard them at least twice before when
she was younger, wandering about the darkened house to the toilet
in the dead of night. But not since she was sexually aware; and
now here she was sexually active. As she crept past the bathroom
door, a feeling of loss swept over the young preteen. What had
happened at Hogarth�s tonight was something not expected. This is
something she should tell her mother about. But losing her
virginity at twelve was hardly something her mother would have
expected and Amy knew she could never tell. She would have to
shoulder this alone. Tears flowed once more, and she went to her
parent�s bathroom off their bedroom which only had a shower;
which is why her mother had gone to the family bathroom to soak
in the bath. Searching in her mother�s cupboard under the wash
basin she found the sanitary pads her mother had showed her were
there if Amy�s period should ever suddenly start. The girl bowed
her legs and placed the pad in her crotch and pulled her pajama
bottoms up. She knew enough that she might leak and there was
possibly some blood that might come down from her tender insides
following the rupture of the hymen. The girl crept into her bed
and lay awake for some time weeping over the loss of her
virginity. Deep down she knew it was all so very wrong. But what
could she do?

***

Hogarth noted Amy�s disappearance from the radar. He did not see
the little girl after that night. At first he worried she might
rat him out. And then he was miffed she had dissed him this way.
Eventually he put her experience in perspective and he knew she
was avoiding him and he felt ashamed for some days. He kept an
eye out for her, hoping to see her to apologize for ambushing her
into sex that way. Amy was definitely avoiding him. She wrestled
with what she had done and felt lost knowing she had no one to
talk to about it. She decided to confide in Carla in general
terms so as not to give away who she had done it with. But the
evening after church when she had got Carla aside from the rest
of their peers, Carla had furtively whispered that Pastor Harris
had felt her �there� and played with her boobs. The girl bragging
excitedly that she thought Pastor Harris wanted to have sex with
her. She whispered that he had told her he was the best person to
give herself to first, but not to tell anyone. Pastor Harris was
considered a saint by the congregation but neither Carla nor Amy
realized Pastor Harris was using the female congregation as a
sexual smorgasbord, with seemingly faithful wives secretly
competing for the handsome man�s attention. The adults unaware,
that along with Carla and one other teenage girl he had already
had sex with, he was also dabbling with his junior flock. Amy�s
need to tell someone dried up because of the sense of envy she
felt about what Carla was telling her. Pastor Harris was far more
important than her neighbor, Mr. Hogarth. Amy forced a sense of
skepticism about Carla�s story and decided he friend was lying to
show off; feeling jealous Pastor Harris was interested in Carla
at all. Amy had really already done �it� that Carla was talking
about but to tell about her and Hogarth; it might seem way less
of an achievement than with the good pastor. Amy vowed to say
nothing.

Hogarth stood and looked out the side window of the rumpus room.
He saw his neighbor and kids piling out of the battered van they
owned. He saw Amy hop out the passenger side in the front. She
had schoolbooks under her arm and he licked his lips seeing the
pleated tartan kilt she wore. She did not look up and he felt sad
she did not see him.

�Oh well�just as well perhaps,� he said to himself.

He had to go to work at five. Still pumping gas but his boss was
working out a package where he would do the books for the five
gas stations the guy owned. It was piece rates but welcome. Maybe
he could pick up a few more small businesses and become a
consultant. Denise was back to her supportive loving self again
and they had a rekindling of a new fledgling sex life. He turned
from the window and walked to the face the ranch slider and gazed
at the leaves turning brown on the grape vine. They would make
their usual mess when the fell. He took a sip of his coffee and
suddenly a ball bounced onto the pea gravel and stopped in front
of him. He glanced quickly sideways and then back to the space
out the door. Amy walked into view and ignoring the ball she
stood expectantly at the door. Stepping inside as he opened it
for her.

�I haven�t got much time,� she said quickly and walked to the
settee, unbuckling the kilt.

Her tight little sex quickly greased, with her kilt and panties
on the floor, Hogarth shoved relentlessly into the little girl
slumped with her back against the settee back; gasping as he came
hard and she clung to him with her legs up over his back. Hogarth
manhandled her small breast with his hand inside her bra under
her white blouse. Amy had a knowing smile on her pretty face as
she was pinned, jammed against the settee under the adult man
cumming noisily inside of her; as she stared past him out the
door at the yellow tennis ball on the gravel path.

�I bet Carla can�t beat this,� she thought to herself with a
smile, clinging to Hogarth as he came long and hard inside her.




The End


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