Peggy's orgasmic contractions sharpened painfully. The sudden shock of the cold water on her naked pussy increased the spasms that racked her slender body. The blow on her chin had dazed her, and her head spun from the force of her cum. She felt her pussy still going off as her head broke the surface of the water.
With its centerboard halfway up, the Bluejay sailed unsteadily away from her. "Damn! You're a dummy, Peggy," she told herself. The little brunette started swimming after her sloop.
Peggy had to pause. Her bikini panties had fallen around her knees, hampering her kick. Her slender buttocks winked in the sunlight when she dove to pull her suit bottom up. Her long brown hair streamed in her face as she surfaced again. Peggy blushed, thinking of how she'd looked falling overboard.
"My pants down and everything! I hope nobody saw me," she muttered. The olive-skinned little beauty pulled her hair out of her eyes and struck out after the boat.
The sloop seemed to be lengthening the distance. When Peggy had first surfaced, it was only fifty feet away. Now it was more like fifty yards. The little boat yawed from side to side, both sails flapping. Every little way the Bluejay turned across the wind. The boom would fly across with a crash, the jib pulled it to a new heading, and the boat sailed in another direction.
Peggy compromised between the courses the boat hobbled along. She swam toward the point where she ought to meet it – if the wind didn't shift too badly. The twelve-year-old grew angry with herself. Daddy's gonna be so mad! If anything happens to that boat, he'll beat my butt. And it's my fault!
Peggy felt a humming vibration in the water. She kept swimming, plodding doggedly across the yacht basin. The pretty girl refused to turn her head as the humming grew. A hiss overlaid the base vibration with a metallic creaking sound, a shadow flashed over her.
"Ahoy, the swimmer! Need some help?"
Peggy looked up. A young man she'd seen working on, an old ocean racer set the little catamaran back down on both hulls.
"That's a hard way to catch a boat!" he shouted. The pastel-striped triangle of his sail flapped as he looped the boat around, coasting upwind.
"I'm finding that out," Peggy answered. She reached for the young man's hand as the cat stopped beside her. "Thank you. I could have chased that thing all day." Peggy clambered onto the canvas trampoline stretched between the hulls.
"It would have run aground or hit something by then." the young man looked sharply as Peggy sat up. The pink-brown rim of one nipple showed. The budding mounds of Peggy's titties had almost escaped the bikini top.
"I – I'm Peggy Gibson," she stammered. Peggy blushed. She pulled the little cloth triangles down to cover her bosoms.
The man's swim trunks showed a bulge that grew as he looked at her. She felt a lump in her throat and glanced back up at his face.
Peggy followed his gaze. The top of her little slit peeked over her panty! "C-could we go after my boat?" She quickly pulled up her waistband. As she moved on the canvas, the slender woman child realized something else.
My bottom was showing. too! What does he think? The blush spread from Peggy's cheeks and ears to the tops of her little breast-mounds.
"My name's Tom – Tom Sanders," the young man said when he found his tongue. "I tend bar at the club. I haven't seen you around here before." He was an average-looking man, in his middle twenties, with wavy brown hair and light eyes. His nose was a little bent, and he had a yachtsman's tan. He watched Peggy closely as he turned the catamaran around.
Peggy told him how she and her parents had come to vacation at the marina. She tried to sneak little looks at the cockbulge in his trunks as the swift catamaran flew after her unmanned Bluejay.
It's starting to get hard! I can almost see the end of it. Peggy's large brown eyes widened.
Tom smiled at the glances she tried to hide. There was a lewd gleam in Peggy's round eyes. She was obviously too innocent to realize it showed or to attempt to conceal it. He could tell when the slinky youngster was about to check his crotch just before she did it. Her pupils dilated every time.
Peggy sprawled back on her elbows. Tom knew she wanted to tempt him. The tiny orange bikini clung wetly to her mons, showed the swell of her labia. Even the tiny crevice between the lips of her pussy showed.
Tom's cock lengthened. Peggy spoke more slowly as the glands crept stiffly into view at the leg hole of his trunks.
When the tip of his cock was just visible, the catamaran caught up with the runaway sloop. "I – I guess I get off here," Peggy said tentatively. The moist heat in her pussy grew with each peek at the man's prick head. 'Thanks for the ride, Tom. I really like your boat." And I'd love to stay on it I want a closer look at that hard thing. I wonder what that stuff on the end is. I never saw anything like that in my life!
"It's not mine. My boss's son lets me use it sometime," Tom told her. "I could give you a tow back. My boat's just a little way from John Wood's." He waited for her answer, trying to look cool and disinterested. Damn, she looks like a hot little bitch. She's awful pretty, too. Her little butt looks so juicy and tender. I'd love to kiss the daylights out of her titties!
"Okay, Tom! I'd like that," Peggy smiled. "This catamaran is neat!"
"Good! Take the tiller and keep her pointed straight into the wind," Tom ordered. "Don't worry about drifting backwards."
Peggy watched him closely. She admired the way his muscles flexed when he pulled himself into her boat. The little brunette rubbed her pussy as she watched him over her shoulder. The quivery heat in her loins increased. Every move Tom made aroused the twelve-year-old. She wanted to touch him, get Tom's whole length against her olive skin.
Tom watched her from the corners of his eyes. He'd never seen a girl as young as Peggy who looked so sensuous. She looks hungry for cock, he thought. Probably has every kid in her school sniffing after her little ass. Every broad in this bay'll be jealous before she leaves.
Tom Sanders threw the sloop's bow line with controlled, silken precision. He didn't bother to hide his fiercely rampant erection when he boarded the catamaran.
Peggy's curiosity about the rigid tool still boiled in her guts. She felt a spasm of fear when he recklessly showed the cloth-shrouded rod. The orange bikini panties no longer showed the tender crevice of her cunny. Peggy was reserved when she told him, "Maybe I should put my boat away. I'll sail it into our space."
Tom ascribed the quick change of mood to the girl's youth. I have enough trouble understanding grown women. Who can figure out a kid? "Okay. Here, Peggy, pull the painter in like this, and you won't have to get wet again."
Peggy's hand was soft and cool when Tom steadied her step onto the Bluejay. He couldn't resist a quick, caressing squeeze.
The lovely young girl gave Tom an unsettling glance. He stooped to cast off the line, not knowing what her calm brown eyes sought. Tom tossed the quickly coiled cordage onto the sloop's foredeck at her feet.
"Which boat is yours, Tom?" Peggy held the mast of her little boat. Her hip-stance was erotic, deliberately posed. The swell of her cuntal vee curved subtly between her lightly defined hipbones. The white triangles of the sails flapped beside and behind her.
"It's the Sea Nymph-I'm in slip three-forty four." Tom raised his voice as the lovely child drifted backwards. She looked calm as a resting tigress. "Come on by. I'd love to show her to you."
"I might come over later," Peggy called. "Thanks for helping me!" Peggy slipped back to the cockpit and waved. The little sloop heeled over, commanded again, and a surge of wanting rose in Tom's throat.
Peggy spilled out the air from the sails. The little boat barely touched the edge of the dock. The girl popped out of the cock pit and tied up as her father had showed her.
Peggy was just about to step aboard the borrowed yacht. Her high-arched foot was in midair when she heard lewd moans coming from the cabin.
"Oh, Ed, please kiss my pussy again," her mother begged. Ruth Gibson's throaty contralto had an unfamiliar urgent pitch Peggy had never heard.
"Ruthie, honey! It's been years since we lasted so long," Ed Gibson answered. 'It's so gawdam good I'm gonna go crazy!"
"More, please, honey! I know I can make you cum again," Ruth pleaded.
"I haven't shot off three times in a day for fifteen years!" Ed's voice was a groan of amazed pleasure. "I don't know how you're doing this to me, but I love every second of it."
Peggy padded silently along the dock. A small opening between two curtains caught her eye. An electric shock of cuntal heat leapt in her.
Her mother's coal-black hair hung long, rippling with the abandoned rolling of her head. The feather-soft ends trailed across the firm upper slopes of her breasts. The luminous brightness of her teeth dug into her lower lip. Her long, straight nose flared with lascicious eagerness as the sultry woman kneaded her tits, pointing them at her husband. Ruth looked to be in her late twenties, but the lusty matron was actually almost forty.
She was ageless in her insatiable craving for her husband's rock-hard prick. Age had not begun to ravage her slender curves. Even child birth left no marks on her warm-brown, butter soft skin.
Mrs. Gibson's raven puss hairs were soaked with the vital juices of a whole morning's fucking. The curly hairs were sparse, coarse, and shining. Her cunt wasn't overgrown; the front view was a modest delta, and the puffy swell of her feminine profile mimicked the soft arch of her labia.
Ruth sat with her round, full thighs open on the edge of the narrow bunk. Her inner pussylips were as pink and frilly as rose petals. The ventilators in the cabin roof were open, and steam as thick and musky as Cupid's gymnasium flowed out.
Peggy was paralyzed at the sight. She had never thought of her roother this way. The lewd entreaties from the innards of the boat burned Peggy's ears. She watched for another half minute.
Ed Gibson's greying hair cut off the view. The sharp collar line between his carpenter's tan neck and the paler broadness of his shoulders rose in the window. His hairy, naked asscleft surprised Peggy. He growled as he bit and sucked at his wife's hard red-brown nipples.
"Yes! I can cum if you kiss my titties like that! I feel like you're making love to them. Sometimes my whole body is one juicy, hot pussy for you," Ruth gasped. Her head lolled back. Her long, slender arms wrapped around Ed's sweat glistened back.
"You're getting me so goddam hard again! I can't believe how you can do it!" Ed picked his wife up from the bunk. Her head moved loosely to and fro, inches from the rich wooden paneling of the ceiling.
"I get so hungry for you," the girl's mother said. She looked down at Ed. "Being here with you makes me feel so loving-and so horny." Her face blushed with soft eagerness. Ruth's dark beauty simmered, the fire showing in the glowing coals of her eyes.
Ruth's legs scissored around Ed's hips. Peggy tore her eyes away. The couple fell against the facing bunk.
Peggy ran silently away from the rocking yacht. Her loins seethed with heat. Her mind bubbled with frothy turmoil. She marveled at the passionate fucking she'd almost walked in on. Mom never acted like that! She's always so calm and peaceful.
And Daddy! He's so gentle with us both, but his fingers looked like they were bruising her! He doesn't growl like that, he just doesn't!
Mom really seemed to want him. She sounded like I've been feeling! When he picked her up, she went crazy. I wish I could have seen him from in front. Mom put her legs around him and it looked like she opened right up over his… his… COCK!
Peggy slowed to a walk. Her thoughts were new and disturbing. She didn't want to consider the implications of her parents' behavior. The lovely little girl wanted company so she wouldn't have to think about it.
Peggy spied a little sign. Neatly hand-painted, one foot high, it said "300's." The womanly child reflected. She had really only talked with one person besides her family. Sure, some of the neighbors had introduced themselves, but Peggy thought it unlikely they would want to distract a twelve-year-old girl.
She padded barefooted along the grey enameled planks. A few of the boats were open, but almost no one was around. The boat in 344 looked old, but its sleek lines and powerful mast said it was thirty-five feet of phallic intensity. Peggy imagined the Sea Nymph plunging rhythmically, cleaving salt waves with the power of an ocean storm.
Tom wasn't on the dock, nor was he working topside, as she'd seen him the afternoon before. Still bemused by the revelation of her parents' lasciviousness, Peggy walked onto the finger of Tom's slip.
"Peggy, lovely little Peggy," she heard. The voice was quiet, but tense. The slim, leggy girl looked around, seeking the source. There was no one behind her.
"God, but you're beautiful, Peggy." The sound seemed to be coming from aboard the Sea Nymph Peggy bent to peer in through the aft hatch.
"I want you so bad, Peggy." Tom lay on his back, naked. The girl's dark eyes widened. In the cabin's dimness, Tom clasped his erection in his hands. The rigid organ stroked up and down with his rolling pelvic thrusts. His eyes were closed.
The crimson glands fascinated Peggy. Each time it drew back toward his fists, loose skin bunched around it. Peggy strained to see the swollen end when it rose again. The long, sensuously slow extension of the curving shaft hypnotized her. She was still as a rodent stared down by a snake. I wish it wasn't so dark in there! I want to look at that nice hard thing!
The tight-stretched skin gleamed beneath the reddened cap, then folded around it again. Peggy slipped quietly aboard. She blessed the deep keel that kept the racer from tipping under her weight.
Tom's prick moved a little faster. Peggy stepped from the deck into the recessed well of the cockpit. Her cuntal area sent heated quivers through her. The soft warmth of her vagina moistened with anticipation. The wide-eyed twelve-year-old knew something would happen, but she couldn't say what it would be.
"Mmm-hmm, yes, Peggy," Tom breathed. Wrinkles appeared around his eyes when he shut them tighter. "Want you, Peggy," Tom breathed. Wrinkles appeared around his eyes when he shut them tighter. "Want you, Peggy." His whisper was harsh, urgent.
Peggy blinked. A torrid mixture of Tom's ever sliding prick and her parents' heated wrestling whirled in her head.. It seemed like everyone at the marina was constantly horny. In couples or alone, something sexy went on day and night.
Peggy sealed her lips. She didn't want any sound to escape while she crept toward Tom. Well, if Mom likes it so much… and that Sherry! I must be the only one here who can't get naked and… and do it! The little brunette formed a resolution.
Peggy knew she would touch that curious wand of flesh. The knowledge increased the speed and heat of the warm flutter in her belly. Her vulva swelled into hot-pink puffiness. She wanted to open her long thighs to let the heat out. Her pearl-like clitoris stirred in the soft fold of feminine flesh that hid it.
Peggy resisted the urge to finger herself. Moist sensuality spread in her most intimate zones. A rosy blush fanned out on her olive skin. She stooped, taking one step down the ladder. She balanced herself with light fingertips on the side of the hatch. The dark-striped teakwood coaming was smooth and warm in the sunshine.
Peggy feared even the slightest noise would alert him. She held her breath and sneaked further into the dark-paneled cuddy. The low ceiling left just enough room for the leggy woman child to slink closer to the narrow bunk where Tom lay.
His hips moved steadily. Ragged breathing masked the minuscule sounds of Peggy's approach. The skin of her long thighs whispered with her careful steps. Tom's accelerating thrusts began to rock the slender hull.
"Peggy, lovely, beautiful Peggy-I love the way you look. God, you must feel so soft! Help me, make me cum, Peggy!" Tom groaned through stiff lips.
The pretty young girl stood next to him. Peggy ogled the crimson-topped rod. Tom's cock stroked in and out of his tight-clasped hands. Peggy took a breath at last. Her fine-arched nostrils flared with the effort. The heat in her cunt made her soft, olive skin deepen in color. A blush glowed on her cheeks. Peggy's eyes gleamed. She smelled the sharpness of Tom's sweat in the close cabin and the heavier musk of his balls.
Slowly, so painfully she thought she would never get there, Peggy reached. Her slim, soft fingers curved into an open circle. She bobbed her hand, seeking the exact measure of Tom's cockstrokes. She stared at the coarse-haired mass of his scrotum. The sac rose and fell with the tension of the tight-stretched skin.
Peggy's hand hovered. The pretty girl's mouth opened in indecision. Should she touch the crimson knob or investigate the heavy spheres at the base of Tom's cock?
She knew she had to do something. Tom's face reddened. A dusty-scented sweat trickled in little rivulets on his skin. His cock and balls were greasy with perspiration. His hips moved faster with each long stroke.
Peggy's eyes locked onto the heart-shaped prick head. She bent at the hips, and took the shaft! "Wha… I-I…" Tom's eyes snapped open and he sat up.
"Shhh! Please let me, Tom," Peggy wheedled. "I want to, really! I never touched a boy's… thing before."
Tom leaned back, dumbfounded. He let go of his prick and nodded. "S-sure, Peggy. Go ahead." The pretty girl he'd fantasized about since he'd dragged her out of the water actually wanted his dick: It seemed unreal, but he could feel her cool hand on his throbbing hard-on.
"It's soft! The skin's so soft, and it's so hard and stiff inside." Peggy's brown eyes were round with discovery. "It really feels neat."
"It feels good when you touch me, too," Tom volunteered. "Your hands are nice-so soft and cool!"
Peggy lifted the virile cock up from his belly with her palm. She gave the cock a swift, tight squeeze. "Is it always this hot-when it's hard, I mean?" She trailed her fingertips down the outer curve, from the tip to the beginning of Tom's hairy sac.
"I guess so, Peggy," Tom answered. He paused, then added, "You mean you never…" The arches of his dark eyebrows rose. His forehead wrinkled it was not easy to understand this girl who'd sneaked in on him. The weird thing is, I'm not even embarrassed, he thought.
"No, I never did," Peggy stated. She stared closely at the length of his virile meat. "I saw it when you helped me to catch my boat, but I never got close enough to touch one. I never really got a good look." She traced the curve of his coronal ridge with a tapering fingertip. "It makes me feel funny inside."
"Did you like watching me? How long were you here before you touched me?" Tom wondered how many other people could have seen him jacking off. His cock tensed with each touch of Peggy's hands. He watched her exploring fingers rove over his turgid prick while he waited for her answer.
"I only watched for a couple of minutes. I wondered what you were doing." Peggy pulled the thick weapon until it pointed up at her face. "Watching you really got me hot." She touched the pearly drop of slickness on the tip of Tom's glands. Peggy smeared it allover the wide red prick head, asking, "What's this stuff? It feels very nice.
"It cleans out the tube inside when I get hard." Tom worried as Peggy's fingers slithered lewdly over his cock. "Maybe I'd better close the hatchway, Peggy."
"Yeah – I heard you talking when I was up on the dock." Peggy stood up straight, releasing Tom's cock. Her hungry stare followed him as he stood. She touched the cheeks of his ass when he brushed by, and watched the meaty swaying of his scrotum as the hatch shut.
Peggy was inflamed by the closeness of a virile man. She imagined the scratchy play of his coarse chest-hair against her blossoming titties. Her loins burned when she stared at his jutting proud cock.
"Better?" Tom asked. Peggy's olive skin glistened in the dimness. He cranked a vent open.
"I – I'm worried, Tom," Peggy said, looking down. "What if I don't do it right?" She crossed her hands in front of her beginning bosom and leaned against his torso. Her brown eyes were large and liquid, filled with uncertainty and the gleam of horny wanting.
"Hey, Peggy, it's okay. I don't think you could do it wrong, really. I'll say so, if you want, but don't worry." Tom hugged her frail slimness. Peggy's smooth skin was soft as seal fur. His cock pressed into the tender warmth of her stomach.
Peggy's tiny orange bra just touched the tip of Tom's glands. She circled her fingers around his cockshaft. The pretty brunette began a slow, lascivious stroking. She guided him back to the bunk with his sensitive tool. The thin mattress yielded under his hips when she softly pushed him down.
"Would you like to look at me, too?" Peggy asked. Tom nodded, licking his lips. "I like the way your penis feels," the twelve-year-old added. Her light fingers confirmed the statement.
"May I…" Tom began. Peggy rubbed the bulge of her vulva against his thigh. Tom gasped, then slowly lifted her orange bra. The brown rim of her nipple's edge peeked at him. A rush of erotic power gathered in his balls.
Peggy took one hand from his cockshaft. She pulled the bottom edge of the bra cup over her firm mounds. She was glad her tits had begun to grow, setting off the girlish slimness' of her waist.
As soon as Tom touched it, Peggy's nipple began to stiffen. It sharpened to a hard peak, nearly the size of his thumb's end. A deep pink shined through the cocoa-brown of the nubbin.
"Oooh, that's nice," Peggy whispered. The ring of sensitive skin around the pebble contracted into tiny, wrinkled ridges. Peggy twisted to force the firm mound of her little titty into Tom's hand.
"Your breasts are beautiful, Peggy," Tom marveled. His throat had a dry lump from the razor sharpness of her musky-scented closeness. "You're the loveliest girl I've ever seen!"
Peggy was beautiful to begin with. The lewd heat in her eyes and the sensuous moistness of her mouth made her even lovelier. Still caressing his cock, Peggy bent over Tom and kissed him full on the lips.
Tom put his free hand around her smooth shoulders. He caressed her growing bosom more deeply. The softness molded into stiff-peaked mounds of girlish arousal.
Peggy squeezed his cock harder. She stroked Tom's meat more quickly, and his hips began to rock with pre-orgasmic intensity. "Yes, touch me like that," Peggy panted. "Your hands feel so good on my boobs."
The heat in Peggy's cunny grew. She was torn between fingering herself and pulling the ever stiffening shaft of Tom's cock. "Touch me, please," she begged. "Please put your hand on my pussy."
"Oh, God, yes! I wanted to touch you there when I first saw you," Tom said. His tongue wetted his lips and his nostrils flared. The young man slipped his hands down to the sleek swell of her mons. The flesh within was hot, warming his hands even through her panties. They both gasped as Tom cupped the feminine center of her lusty urges.
Peggy pushed her cunt against his hand. Tom's muscular fingers covered the whole swelling vee of her pussy. Vast pulses of sensation raced through her youthfully slim body. It was like an electric shock that tightened every muscle each time her clitty felt the satiny friction of her juicy inner labia.
Tom put his free hand around Peggy's neck. She bent close to him. Her hips rocked and her hand pistoned on his prickshaft. His lips opened, and meteors of heat burned from her nipples. Peggy squeaked at the sudden shock. None of her own nipple-touching had been as nice as his kisses!
Peggy bit her lower lip. Tendrils of voluptuous feeling slithered all through her young body.. She felt her entire pubic zone opening like a castle gate around his touch. Her titties felt twice their usual size.
She pressed her blood-gorged nipples against his face. Every suck on one lengthened the point. Each long, flat tongued lick felt sharp as paper cuts.
Peggy loved his hand on her pussy. The squeezing sent her soaring higher than her own hand ever had. She whimpered as the intense feeling piled up in her loins.
Tom growled. He sucked and tasted her tittiebumps, gobbling at her girl flesh. He marveled at the rubbery tension of each nipple, at the sensuous stretching when he gnawed them. The dampness oozing from the mouth of Peggy's vagina began to seep through her panties. His fingers got slick and-moist.
The vee-taper of Peggy's labia pointed the way to the gushing center of her pussy. Tom's fingers kneaded the yielding point of her cunt, and his palm worked the flesh-covered ridge of her clit.
Peggy ground her cunt against his hand. Lances of feeling flashed from her pussy to her nipples, her mouth, her brain. She was desperate, feeling the burst of her cum just beyond. Tom's hand was slowing, moving irregularly, jabbing into her softness when it moved at all.
Sensations grew inside her belly. Her nerves piled up an overload. The little brunette felt her nerves stretching like platinum wires. Just a little more of that hand would send her off!
Peggy clutched at Tom's ball-weighted sac. She jerked her clenched fist around the flaming steel of his swollen cock. Her asscheeks quivered like jellyfish with each hunching jerk against Tom's hand.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," Tom moaned. "That's gonna do it, Peggy," he chanted as their hands wrestled with each other's lusty flesh.
Peggy pulled Tom's cockskin up and toward her. She forced her cunny against his hand. He pushed and squeezed at her molten wedge. The couple rose together, piling sensations on each other in perfect harmony. She mashed his balls against the base of his prick, and he mashed her cuntal flesh into itself. Peggy pulled mercilessly at Tom's cockshaft and watched it constantly.
Up and up, harder and harder the couple strained. Tom burrowed against her titties. Peggy forced her loins against his hand. Peggy felt his prick tense. His strong hand pressed hard against her crotch. Tom cupped her vulva with a motionless force. Peggy pulled desperately at his cockflesh, and a thick wad of semen blasted out the end of the knob.
Peggy went off. Her knees sagged. She was flying like the gobbet of seed, end over end. Colors flooded the corners of her vision. Another swelling of the glands, and the jerking pulse of Tom's root spewed more of the stringy whiteness to the ceiling.
The waves of Peggy's cum matched the spraying flight of the masses of seed. Peggy urged each wad out, milking Tom's cock with all her remaining strength. Her crotch pushed uncontrollably against Tom's hand.
Jet after jet of milky seed burst from Tom's glands. Peggy watched the stuff, fascinated by the exact matching of their spasms. Her own orgasm had paralyzed her. The twelve-year-old was locked in a limp daze of fulfillment. Thick juices flowed over her hand, and she let go or" Tom's balls.
"Ohmigod, Peggy! I never even thought I could actually touch you, and now look! You really surprised me," Tom breathed. "You did that awfully well- and you really went off yourself, didn't you?"
"I'm glad you touched me," the little brunette answered. "I went off so good! I never got so hot on my own hand, Tom."
Tom kissed the pretty child. "I'm glad you liked it, Peggy. I loved it!" He reached for a towel and wiped the cum from his belly. The cabin was full of the smell of their sweat.
Peggy rested her soft hand on Tom's willing cock. "I didn't think that stuff would shoot so hard! It's neat." She climbed onto the narrow bunk. The twelve-year-old tossed the limber weight of his softening prick. "How soon will it get hard again?"
"Hey, Peggy! Just a second." Tom Sanders grinned and hugged her. The naked little mounds of Peggy's titties pressed against his tanned chest. "Wouldn't you like just a little bit of rest?"
"Oh, all right, I'll rest-but you better put some pants on or I'll keep on playing with this!"
"That's why girls your age are illegal," Tom smiled. "You don't know when to stop!"
Suddenly the little brunette heard a familiar voice. "Peggy, where are you? Peggy?" It was her father, and he was up on the dock!