Arm in arm we walk the streets.
Whispering in each others ears.
Pointing at the vast array of delightfully delicious morals around us.
Young
Innocent
Skipping
Twirling
Oblivious
Images of naked little bodies, shaking with fear fill our heads.
Finally we pick a sister duo with rosy cheeks and big round eyes.
Luring them over with a desperate plea to help us find our lost puppy for a reward of five dollars, they follow us with out a fight.
Watching them now with tear streaked faces as he runs his hands over their fresh young bodies, I can feel the moisture between my legs.
I speak so soft and gently to him. Telling him it is all right. they are gifts. Urging him to do this for me. For us.
Instructing him every step of the way.
Where to kiss them.
How to touch them.
When to take them.
While watching him follow my every direction to the letter.
Bringing us closer and closer to the earth shattering orgasm we have been waiting for.