Mr. Simpson chuckled, his fingers were slowly working down over the silky flesh of Bridgestone's belly. The slender twelve-year-old knew where they were headed and the thought made the plump lips of her hairless little slot feel all puffy and hot. "All mothers tell their children that playing with themselves is wrong, but it isn't. All playing with yourself does is make you Betsy would have answered him, but at that very instant his forefinger found the smooth swell of Bridgestone's immature pussy and forced its way between the lips. "Ummmmm, you're getting wet," Newton murmured, pinching one of Betsy's pebble-hard nipples. "You like The trembling little girl didn't know what to say. Betsy knew that what Bridgestone was letting the man do wasn't nice, but she and her
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