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\par Title: Emily and Sarah
\par Summary: A man walking in the woods meets two little girls.  They play together.
\par Keywords: Mgg ped cons oral
\par 
\par Emily and Sarah (Mgg cons oral)
\par By Stardust
\par 
\par *************
\par WARNING: This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between an adult and preteen girls.  
\par 
\par This story is FICTION. The events described never occurred outside of the author\rquote s imagination. 
\par 
\par This work is copyrighted by the author. You may repost it, but don\rquote t change it or charge money for it.
\par *************
\par 
\par Since I was old enough to think about sex, I\rquote ve always been interested in pre-pubescent little girls more than teens or adult women.  I am a pedophile.  I\rquote m also a careful man.  I\rquote 
ve had many many little girl friends through my adult life. Many of them have been very close, even romantic, relationships, but I\rquote ve never done anything that I could be prosecuted for.  Not because I buy that bullshit about kids aren\rquote 
t sexual, sex is traumatic for them, blah, blah.  I know better.  I\rquote ve had many little girls try to get me to do sexual things with them.  I always decline.  I just don\rquote t want to go to prison.
\par 
\par Still, I\rquote ve always thought that if a situation arose where I could be very sure I couldn\rquote t be prosecuted, I\rquote d do whatever a little girl wanted.  And no more than that.  Contrary to the BS in the media, I have
 very good self-control, and I do care about my little friends; I\rquote d never coerce or even coax a girl.  But I sure would do whatever she wanted, if I could be sure I couldn\rquote t be prosecuted.  But in what situation could I be sure I couldn
\rquote t be prosecuted?  One day that situation presented itself.  
\par 
\par I\rquote m a long haul truck driver.  I live in the truck for weeks at a time.  One evening, after driving for 10 hours, I parked at a roadside rest stop in rural New York State.  There was a wooded area next to the park
ing lot, and I went for a walk.  Usually these rest stops are surrounded by fences and you can\rquote 
t walk far, but this time I was able to walk quite a distance.  I scrambled up a rocky hill, and down the other side.  There was no trail in sight, but it was pretty easy walking.
\par   
\par I stopped to take a leak.  As I stood the peeing, I heard a twig snap and glanced to my right.  There stood two little girls watching me pee and giggling silently.  When I saw them, they stopped trying to be quiet and giggled openly. 
\par 
\par I instinctively turned away so they wouldn\rquote t see, and squeezed off the flow. 
\par 
\par \'93Jeez, can\rquote t a guy get any privacy around here?\'94 I joked.
\par 
\par The older girl spoke up, \'93Hey, dude, you\rquote re in our woods; this is our private place\'94
\par 
\par \'93Don\rquote t you have an older person with you?\'94 I asked.
\par 
\par \'93Nah, we come out here all the time. We know the way.\'94
\par 
\par I didn\rquote t see anyone else around.  \'93Well, ok then!\'94 I thought. I turned back toward them, took my hand away to give them a better view, and continued peeing. While their eyes were glued on my willy, I took the time to check them out.
\par 
\par The older one was maybe 9 years old, wearing tennis shoes and shorts.  Her legs were covered with scratches, some fresh, some almost healed.  Her hair was short, just long en
ough to stick out under the edges of her ski cap.  And she had freckles.  Not too many, just enough, dotted over her nose and upper cheeks just under her eyes.  
\par 
\par I could easily place the younger as 6 years old, because she was missing her front teeth.  She was very thin, with the same dirty blond hair. 
\par 
\par  \'93How long have you been watching me?\'94 I asked.
\par 
\par \'93We\rquote ve been following you for a while.\'94
\par 
\par \'93Wow, you girls are good woodsmen \endash  uh, woodsgirls.  I didn\rquote t even know your were there.\'94
\par 
\par All the while the littlest one just stood looking and didn\rquote t say a word.  
\par 
\par By now I was done peeing.  I gave it a good shake and the girls laughed again.  I shook it longer than I usually would, and began to get a little stiff.  Finally I put it away and went over to the girls.
\par 
\par \'93I\rquote m sorry I intruded on your private place,\'94 I said.
\par 
\par \'93That\rquote s ok. This isn\rquote t really it.  It\rquote s over there, wanna see?\'94
\par 
\par They led me a little further into the woods and we came across a small clearing with a crude lean-to made out of branches, some logs positioned as benches, and many drawings tacked onto tree trunks.  
\par 
\par \'93So this is your home away from home?\'94  I asked.  \'93It\rquote s very, um, homey.\'94
\par 
\par \'93You\rquote re just in time for dinner.\'94  The older one said.  The 6 year old hadn\rquote t spoken yet.  \'93It\rquote ll be ready in just a moment.\'94
\par 
\par They got out some play pots and pans and began working in the lean-to, while I wandered around and admired the artwork.  There were childish masterworks of dogs and cats, horses and houses, exquisitely rendered in colored pencil and felt-tip pen.  
\par 
\par We sat on logs and ate our meal of sand, dirt, and twigs, chatting as we ate.  I learned that the older girl is Emily and the younger is Sarah.  After eating I belched loudly; the gir
ls giggled, and Emily insisted I apologize for my boorishness.  They accepted my apology and I complimented the meal.
\par 
\par I was just thinking it was about time to head back to my truck, when Emily spoke up.  \'93Can we see it again?\'94
\par 
\par I played dumb.  \'93See what?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Your penis! What\rquote ya think?\'94  
\par 
\par I thought furiously for a moment.  Is this really as safe as it seems?  I can do whatever they want to do, then walk back to the truck and drive away.  Even if they run home and immediately tell their father, and he immediately returns with a shotgun, I
\rquote ll be gone, and there\rquote s no way they can identify me.  The only danger is that someone might come across us while we\rquote re in the act.  
\par 
\par \'93How far away \'85  how long does it take you to walk here from your house?\'94 
\par 
\par \'93About a half hour.  Listen, nobody ever comes here \lquote cept us.  That\rquote s why it\rquote s our private place.\'94  
\par 
\par \'93Well, ok then, I guess you can see my penis again.\'94
\par 
\par I stood up, turned my back, unzipped, stuck my arm into my pants, and pushed my finger out the fly.  I turned around and wiggled my finger.  Both girls looked dumbstruck for a moment.  Then the older smiled and spoke up.
\par 
\par \'93That\rquote s not your penis.\'94  I wiggled my finger and she giggled.  \'93That\rquote s your finger.\'94
\par 
\par \'93How do you know?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Your penis was bigger than that; we saw it, remember?\'94  She reached over and grabbed my finger and pulled on it.
\par 
\par \'93Ok, you caught me.  Are you sure you want to see my penis again?\'94  She nodded. 
\par 
\par I clasped my hands behind my head.  \'93Ok, go ahead\'94
\par 
\par \'93You want me to do it?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Sure\'94
\par 
\par She grinned, reached in through my still-open fly, and fumbled around trying to find my penis.  I was enjoying this, and rapidly getting stiff, but I knew she\rquote d never get ahold of it that way.
\par 
\par My voice was shaky with suppressed excitement  as I said, \'93Pull my pants down, Emily.\'94
\par 
\par She smiled again and unbuckled my belt.  She had trouble with the snap at the waistband, so I did that for her.  She tried to pull my pants down but she was just pulling on the front and she wasn\rquote t getting it.
\par 
\par \'93Sarah, come help me.\'94
\par 
\par Sarah was kinda shy about it, but she came.  They each grabbed one side of my pants and they fell to the ground, showing my jockey shorts.  Emily grabbed the waistband at the front and pulled it out and looked in.  
\par 
\par \'93Go ahead, Emily, pull them down.\'94
\par 
\par Together they pulled my jockey shorts down, and my now-erect penis bounced into view.
\par 
\par They just stared for a moment.  
\par 
\par \'93Do you know the correct words for my parts?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Sure I do.  That\rquote s your penis.\'94  As she said this Emily pointed and poked my penis with her fingertip.  \'93And they\rquote re your testicles.\'94  I reflexively shrunk away from her poke.
\par 
\par \'93Did I hurt you?\'94
\par 
\par \'93No, but you can\rquote t poke my testicles the way you poked my penis.  By the way, do you know slang terms?\'94
\par 
\par Sure, that\rquote s your wiener, your dick, your willy.  This time she didn\rquote t touch me.  And they\rquote re your balls, your nuts.
\par 
\par \'93Emily, it\rquote s ok, you didn\rquote t hurt me.  You can handle my wiener pretty rough, but just be very very gentle with my balls ok?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Your wiener\rquote s getting smaller,\'94 Emily observed.
\par 
\par \'93You can make it get bigger y\rquote know,\'94 I suggested.
\par 
\par \'93How do I do that?\'94 she asked.
\par 
\par \'93Just play with it,\'94 I replied.
\par 
\par She pushed on it and watched it swing a little.  She picked it up and let it drop.  She wrapped her fingers around it very lightly.  She got bolder and shook it back and forth making a sound effect \'93Fwap, fwap.\'94
\par 
\par \'93It\rquote s getting bigger!\'94 She seemed pleased with herself.
\par 
\par \'93Wanna see how big it\rquote ll get?  Wrap your hand around it.  Now squeeze.  Harder.  It\rquote s ok.  Now let go, now squeeze again, yes, keep doing that.  Now squeeze and pull on it.  Now push, pull, back and forth, keep doing that.\'94
\par 
\par This little girl was beating me off while her little sister watched.  It felt so good.  I was fully hard in no time, but I sure didn\rquote t want her to stop.  
\par 
\par \'93Wow, look how big it\rquote s gotten.\'94  Emily seemed amazed.
\par 
\par \'93That\rquote s about as big as it gets, Emily, but please don\rquote t stop.  I like what you\rquote re doing.\'94
\par 
\par She pulled it down, then let it boing up to my belly.  She laughed and did that again.  Sarah, you do it.  Sarah just shook her head.  I\rquote d\rquote ve preferred her to keep jerking me off, but I let her do what she wanted. 
\par 
\par \'93You can hold my balls if you want, but you have to be very gentle.\'94  Emily cupped her hand and gently held my balls.
\par 
\par \'93You can squeeze if you want, but very very lightly.\'94 
\par 
\par She gave them a barely perceptible squeeze.  \'93Like that?\'94 she said.
\par 
\par \'93Yes, Emily, that\rquote s perfect.  No harder than that.\'94
\par 
\par \'93I like this one better,\'94 she said as she let go of my balls and grabbed my wiener.  She shook it the way she\rquote d seen me do after I peed.  
\par 
\par \'93It doesn\rquote t flop around anymore.  It\rquote s too stiff.\'94
\par 
\par \'93That\rquote s \lquote cause of you Emily, and what you\rquote re doing.\'94
\par 
\par She continued playing with it for a while, then when she seemed to have had her fill, I asked, \'93Well, Emily, what do you call your privates?\'94
\par 
\par \'93My pussy.\'94
\par 
\par \'93I\rquote d really like to see your pussy, Emily\'85if you don\rquote t mind.\'94
\par 
\par For the first time she seemed a little shy.  \'93You would?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Emily, believe me, I\rquote d enjoy seeing your pussy as much as you liked seeing my wiener.\'94
\par 
\par She smiled slyly and said \'93Ok, but you have to do it\'94.  She stood in front of me, and clasped her hands behind her head, as I had.
\par 
\par Bingo!  Perfect!  I left my pants at my ankles and knelt down in front of her.  This put my nose right about at belly button level.  I planned to take it slow and savor this moment.
\par 
\par She wore little pink cotton shorts with an elastic waistband.  Her shirt covered the top of her shorts.  I lifted the hem of her blouse revealing her belly button.  
\par 
\par \'93Can you hold the shirt up for me?\'94 I requested.
\par 
\par I grabbed the bottom edge of her shorts and pulled them down a little, revealing the top of her panties.  I looked up at her face.  She was grinning and fidgeting, trying to hold still.
\par 
\par Slowly I pulled the shorts down, showing the top half of her panties.  They were white with little Disney princesses on them.  A little further and the elastic slid over her buns.  
A little further and I could see the panty covered V of greatest interest.  Down, down, down to her ankles.  From mid-thigh down her legs were tanned and covered with scratches and bruises.  Above mid-thigh they were white and oh so smooth, and flawless. 
 I lightly brushed my fingertips over her thighs as I reached for her panties.  I\rquote 
m trembling with anticipation.  I hook my fingers in the waistband and slowly pull it down.  I can see the tan line from a bikini, down, and I see the smooth white skin below the bikini line, down to reveal the V where legs meet torso \endash 
 the twin arrows pointing to the promised land, down further and I see the little mound that heralds the coming of the holy of holies.  A little further and the top of her slit appears, further a
nd I see her two beautiful puffy perfectly smooth bald lips, pressed tightly together as if protecting the treasure within.    
\par 
\par At this point the panties stick, and she moves her legs apart and I drop the panties to the ground.  
\par 
\par I\rquote m trembling, and can barely speak.  \'93Turn around Emily, slowly, please.\'94
\par 
\par As she turns, her beautiful  buns come into view,  from the side her body makes Picasso-esque curves \endash the rounded belly in front the little bumps of butt behind.  
\par 
\par She continues to turn and I see her buns full on, she has cute dimples, one above each cheek.  
\par 
\par She continues to turn till I\rquote m again looking at her perfectly smooth, perfectly hairless lips.  I bend over to look really close.  I can smell sweat, and a bit of the odor of a woman, but very very 
slight, just a hint.  From 2 inches away I can see that her pussy lips do have hair- just a blond, nearly invisible down, less than on her arm.
\par 
\par I look up at her face and she still has a huge grin; I\rquote m sure she can tell how much I love this, 
\par 
\par \'93Emily, thank you for letting me see your pussy.  That\rquote s the best present you could\rquote ve given me.  Can I touch your pussy Emily?\'94
\par 
\par \'93I guess,\'94 she feigns indifference.
\par 
\par I reach out just one finger and lightly touch her pussy lips.  They are exquisitely soft.  I rub over the surface, I push lightly to feel their puffiness.  
\par 
\par \'93Can I touch you all over?\'94
\par 
\par She nods.
\par 
\par I run both hands over her tummy, down her legs, and back over her butt cheeks.  I return to her pussy.
\par 
\par \'93Can I kiss your pussy Emily?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Eww, gross, why would you want to do that?\'94
\par 
\par She shrinks away, and I\rquote m afraid I\rquote ve blown it.
\par 
\par \'93No Emily it\rquote s not gross.  You are so pretty, I\rquote d kiss every inch of your sweet body.\'94
\par 
\par She briefly looks embarrassed again, then gets a mischievous grin.  She turns around.  \'93Kiss my butt, then.\'94
\par 
\par \'93Why certainly my dear\'94
\par 
\par I put my hands on her hips, lean forward, and plant a kiss on her left butt cheek just as lightly as I can.  No butterfly kiss was ever softer.  Then the same on the other cheek.  I pause a momen
t , then kiss rapidly all over her butt, first left then right.  I work my way down to her legs.  She trembles a little, and I can see goose bumps.  She turns aound to face me again.
\par 
\par I take this as an invitation.  I start at the belly button, then kiss my
 way down her belly, bit by bit, I plant a feather light kiss right on her pussy lips.  Goose bumps again.  I put my hands on her butt to steady her, and kiss harder.  And again.  I push my lips into hers, and let my tongue slide between her lips.  By now
 her hands are on my head pulling me into her.  I\rquote m trying to lick her clit but the position is so awkward, I don\rquote t think I\rquote m reaching it.  All I feel with my tongue are sweet puffy lips.  
\par 
\par Finally I pull back.  \'93Emily, I can do this much better if you\rquote re lying down.\'94
\par 
\par \'93Do what, kiss me?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Do you like the way it feels when I kiss your pussy?\'94
\par 
\par She nods.
\par 
\par \'93It\rquote ll feel a lot better if you lie down.\'94
\par 
\par She thinks about this for a moment.  \'93Ok.\'94 She lies right down on the bare ground.  Her pants are still around her ankles so I pull them off.  
\par 
\par Her legs are still tight together so I kneel over her and kiss her puffy lips as I did before, trying to work my tongue between them.  As I do this she gradually spreads her legs, and I\rquote m able to get further in.  I begin to taste girl fluids.  

\par 
\par Eventually her legs are far enough apart that I lie down on the ground between her legs.  I gently push her knees up and her thighs apart.  Finally the puffy pussy
 lips begin to separate, showing a hint of a clit.  I run my tongue up and down her slit, gradually separating the lips.  Finally I can feel her girl parts with my tongue.  I tickle her vagina and try to push my tongue in; it doesn\rquote 
t go of course.  I lick 
up from vagina to clit.  I can feel her clit erect now.  I lick up and down, vagina to clit, then clit to vagina.  I pull her pussy lips apart with my fingers and circle her clit with my tongue.  I suck her clit between my lips repeatedly, like a baby suc
kling a nipple.  
\par 
\par Emily doesn\rquote t make a sound but she puts her hands behind my head and pulls my face so tight against her that I can\rquote t use the tip of my tongue anymore.  I continue to massage her clit with lips and tongue.  She\rquote 
s pulling my head so hard against her that I have to purse my lips to keep from hurting her with my teeth.  She squeezes her thighs together against my neck so hard it hurts.  Finally she gives a little squeal and pushes my head away.  
\par 
\par I sit up and look at her.  She\rquote s lying perfectly still, looking so calm and peaceful I don\rquote t want to disturb her.   Finally, I whisper:
\par 
\par \'93Did you like that Emily?\'94
\par 
\par She smiles and nods.  Suddenly she sits up and yells, \'93That was awesome!  Sarah, you gotta try this.\'94
\par 
\par Sarah shakes her head \'93no.\'94
\par 
\par \'93Really, you\rquote ll like it.\'94  Emily grabs Sarah and starts to pull her pants down.  Sarah tries to push her away.
\par 
\par \'93No, Emily.  She has to want to.  I won\rquote t do it if she doesn\rquote t want to.\'94
\par 
\par Emily lets go of Sarah and sits down.  
\par 
\par I speak to the littler girl now.  \'93Sarah, if you want me to kiss your pussy I will.  I think you\rquote ll like it.  But if you don\rquote t like it, just say \lquote stop\rquote  and I\rquote ll stop, ok?\'94
\par 
\par Sarah doesn\rquote t say a word, but she walks over and stands in front of me and lifts the hem of her shirt.  
\par 
\par \'93Do you want me to kiss your pussy?\'94
\par 
\par Nod.
\par 
\par I kneel in front of her as I did her sister.  She also is wearing cotton shorts with an elastic waistband.  I pull her shorts down to reveal panties that used to be pure white, but now look very worn, with old sta
ins and a hole just under the waistband.  I pull the panties down.  Her body is thin and perfectly straight; her hips are no wider than her waist.  Her tiny little buns are pure muscle.  I run my hands ever so lightly over the skin of her waist, her buns,
 her thighs.  Her skin is exquisitely soft and smooth.  Putting my hands on her buns to steady her, I lightly kiss her outie belly button, then kiss my way down.  Her pussy lips aren\rquote t as puffy as Emily\rquote 
s, but like hers they are tightly closed, not showing 
any of her inside parts.  When I first kiss her soft pussy lips she giggles and wriggles.  Apparantly this is not so much a sexual feeling as a tickle.  So I make it a game: I rapidly kiss again and again and she laughs out loud and wriggles left and righ
t, forward and back as I try to follow, sometimes kissing the lips sometimes missing.
\par 
\par I look up.  \'93Gee, Sarah, does that tickle?\'94
\par 
\par \'93Yes!\'94 She laughs.  This is the first word she has spoken since I arrived.
\par 
\par \'93Well, that\rquote s a problem.  Let me try doing it softer.\'94
\par 
\par I kiss as softly as I can.  She squirms away, then comes back for more.
\par 
\par \'93Hmm. Maybe I should do it harder.\'94
\par 
\par I hold her buns and plant my lips firmly against hers.  She laughs and squirms wildly, while I try my best to keep my lips tighly against her, and try to slide my tongue between her lips.  She\rquote s wriggling so wildly I can\rquote 
t really stay with her, and I wind up getting her pussy pretty wet, and at one point my nose is between her legs.  We\rquote re both laughing too hard to continue.  
\par 
\par \'93Tell you what Sarah, lets try this a different way.\'94  I lie down on my back.  \'93Now Sarah, come sit on my chest.\'94  She does.  \'93Good, now scoot forward a little.  Put your knees on the ground.\'94
\par 
\par This brings her little pussy close to my face.  Her pussy lips are still clo
sed.  I push my tongue between her lips where I think her vagina is, then lick straight up to the top.  She jerks back, then comes forward again.  We do this again and again, until finally she sits still and doesn\rquote t react.  I\rquote 
m trying my best to get my tongue inside the lips, but it\rquote s hard to reach.  I can taste a faint taste just like an adult woman, but much much less strong.  I stop and look at her face to see if she\rquote 
s enjoying this, and she smiles and pushes her pussy toward me again.  I take my fingers
 and lightly pull her pussy lips apart.  Now I can see the cutest little button of a clit.  Below that her vagina looks like just a purple dot.  There are no inner lips at all.  I go to work and try to give her the best experience I can.  Suddenly I feel 
soft hands on my wiener.  Emily is jerking me off just the way I showed her.
\par 
\par I stop licking to say, \'93Emily dear, please keep doing that.  Some white sticky stuff will squirt out, but please don\rquote t stop until I say mmmf.\'94  Before I can finish the sentence, Sarah pushes her pussy back down to my mouth.  
\par 
\par All right, this is heaven.  Forget the 77 virgins.  I\rquote ll settle for just these two.  I\rquote m licking 6 year old Sara\rquote s beautiful little pussy, while she shows her appreciation by lightly moaning and pushing her p
ussy down at my face.  Meanwhile 9 year old Emily is stroking my penis and responding well to my occasional directions.
\par 
\par \'93Squeeze harder Emily.\'94
\par 
\par \'93Faster now.\'94
\par 
\par I can feel my balls pass the point of no return.  I\rquote m running my hands over Sarah\rquote 
s legs; she presses her pussy tight against my lips, and I try to keep licking as I come.  On my first squirt Emily squeals, but remembers to keep stroking.   I squirt again and again as Sarah stiffens, then finally she pulls back and I can speak again.

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\par \'93Slow down now Emily.\'94  
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\par Finally I relax, and put my hand on Emily\rquote s to stop her.  \'93Thank you so much, Emily.  You did that just right.\'94
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\par Emily is playing with my ejaculate, smearing it around on my belly.  \'93What is this stuff?\'94 she asks.  At that, Sarah rolls off of me to look at what Emily\rquote s doing, and I can sit up.
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\par \'93It\rquote s baby juice.  If you were an adult woman, I\rquote d put my penis inside your vagina, and the baby juice would squirt inside you to make a baby start growing in your tummy.\'94
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\par \'93Well, you got it on my hands.\'94  She looked disgusted.  \'93And on Sarah\rquote s shirt,\'94 she said accusingly.  Both girls had removed their shorts and panties, but still wore their shoes and shirts.
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\par \'93We\rquote re gonna have to clean you girls up before you go home.  Do you have any paper towels?\'94  I asked.
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\par Emily shook her head.
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\par \'93No problem.\'94  I took off my shirt and gave it to Emily.  She used it to clean off her hands to her satisfaction.  Then I removed Sara\rquote s shirt and wiped the cum stains off as well as I could.  I rubbed the shirt i
n the dirt to cover up the stain and obscure the odor, which any mother would certainly recognize.  
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\par \'93There, are we all clean now?\'94  I asked.
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\par \'93You\rquote re not,\'94 Emily said, pointing to the semen running down my belly.  \'93Give me the shirt.\'94
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\par Emily carefully cleaned off my belly, my wiener and my balls, remembering to be very gentle with my balls.
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\par I got down on my knees.  \'93Emily, I need a hug.  She came over to me and hugged me tight. I ran my hands over her exquisitely soft back and buns, and squeezed her tight against me.  
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\par I got back on my feet.  I was still completely naked except for my boots.  
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\par \'93Well it\rquote s about time for me to go.  Bye now.\'94  I started to walk away.  
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\par Emily laughed.  \'93You forgot your clothes!\'94
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\par \'93Oh, yea, thanks for reminding me.\'94  I came back and picked up Emily\rquote 
s panties and started to put them on.  So Emily grabbed my jockeys and put them on herself.  She pranced around like a hyperactive model, wiggling her cute litte butt, the jockeys sliding down and Emily pulling them back u
p.  I pulled her panties as far up my legs as I could, and did a parody of a woman in high heels.  
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\par We continued to play silly games like that for a while, but all too soon I decided it really was time for me to get going.  We all got dressed, said goodbye, I hiked back to my truck and immediately drove away.  
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\par I still think about going back to their secret place sometime, but I know it\rquote s too dangerous.  In a perfect world I would be able to have a continuing relationship with those girls, but I know I ha
ve to be content with my memory.  Ah, but what a great memory it is!
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