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More of a tomboy than Paula, Jenny understood all about scaring herself to have fun. Paula had a tiny bit of tomboy to her, too, so Jenny knew she could take her friend’s explanation to heart.“Paula, is Paul your, um ... your boyfriend?”Paula was getting used to this question.“Not really. Maybe when we get bigger or something. I mean, I ain’t ever kissed him or anything.”“Would you kiss him? I mean, if he wanted you to?”Paula had thought about this herself, the last time somebody had asked if the little boy was her boyfriend. She had to be careful how she answered, because she didn’t want Paul to think she was after him that way, but she didn’t want him to think there was no chance. And whatever she said it WOULD get back to him, Paula was sure of that.“I ain’t never kissed a boy before,” she started, “but if he really wanted me to, I guess I would, just to see what it’s like. I mean, if he really, really wanted me to. But we don’t HAVE to kiss, either.”There; that should cover all. I could see her fingers getting faster and faster as they were rubbing.She lifter her tit up and sucked the hard nipple up into her mouth and really started rubbing harder and faster on her pussy. I was speeding up too and I knew I was not going to last long. Then Grammy opened her mouth and let out this long groan that I could just hear through the closed window. She slapped herself between the legs a couple of times real hard (hard enough I could hear it and then she grabbed herself real hard and started shuddering.That was all I saw, because I started cumming right then, shooting out thick white spurts of stuff all over the white wood siding of the shop. I’m not certain I had ever had a better orgasm than that one before! Seeing Grammy, Mom’s mom, doing those things after having seen her star at my own prick bulge… well that just sent another quivering thrusts of my hips into the air, spraying everything with my spurts!I glanced into the shop and Grammy was now lying on the.
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