"String him along, say you have a brother or something, ten years old," Inspector Head added. "If I must sir," Sharon said petulantly and the phone rang again. "Herro, rat Pedo Splies?" said this Chinese fellow. "Yes," Sharon agreed, "I'm Sharon and I'm fourteen and I'm all horny and I have three fingers thrust deep in my soaking pussy," "You do deep pan Pedos?" the Chinese asked. "No, this is a Pedophile chat line you slitty eyed moron!" Sharon explained politely. "I have two, one Tomarro and one," "Burrrrrrppppp," went the phone as Sharon cut him off. "Ohhhhh!" she squealed in frustration, and the phone rang again, the one on the right of her teens desk. "Hello, I'm Sharon and I'm fourteen and I am really horny and I've taken all my real clothes off and I'm lying in my bed dreaming of you and wanking myself with three fingers deep inside my sopping pussy." "Is that Weatherfield Police?" the man asked. "Sorry, no, Pedo Supplies, ah, Weatherfield Pedo supplies," Sharon explained, "Police is Nine Nine Nine not Oh Triple Seven," she said, "Fuck he's rung off." "Wrong phone," Tony observed, "That homemade was the Police emergency number." "Bloody hell!" Sharon snapped, "I didn't join the force to chat up Pedophiles," she insisted. "Oh well never mind," I said as I watched the control room team, "I guess I'll wait down tight the Dog and Duck unless your 'sopping hole' needs attention eh Sharon?" "I'd take you up on that if we didn't have and audience!" Sharon replied, "Oops," she says, duty calls, "Good Evening, Pedo Supplies, the North West's premier supplier of Pedophile supplies, how may I help you?" "Oh, I wanted a twenty seven by one and a quarter inner tube," this guy asked, "Do I have the wrong amateur number?" "I'm afraid so sir, this is Pedophile supplies," Sharon explained. "Oh," he said, "But doesn't Pedophile mean Pedalling?" he asked, "Don't you have pictures of Chris Hoy or Vicky Pendelton." "No sir just little boys and girls being abused," Sharon added in exasperation. "Oh, sorry," he said and rang off. "Wanker," Sharon snapped and the phone rang again, "Weatherfield Pedo supplies," she said "How may I help you?" "You're fucking disgusting!" the voice boomed over the speaker phone, "You should be hung from a Lamp Post by your gonads!" "I don't have gonads sir," Sandra continued, "But we do have a full range of Pedophile and Dog sex videos in VHS and Betamax formats, as well as CD's and downloads." "Oh," says the bloke, "That's sick!" and puts the phone down. "Get his number," I says, "Could be a handy bloke to have round." "Sounds about eighty," Sandra explained, "Poor sod." Thrusting faster, with still a few inches to go, be picked up his pace. Thank You. They both held her as she gyrated on the bed, her orgasm was explosive, as her groin thundered against her daughter's tight lips homemade her son kissed her, kissed her hard, she could taste from her bloodied lip, he sucked it and drank her life's fluid, then she vaguely heard, "Take her panties, she'd mine now," and ten inches of cock made her scream, she screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, Oh Christ, Yes, fuck me, fuck your Mommy, make me a Mommy again, Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Fuck Meeeeeeeeee." I’ve always loved being around the man. He’s always so cheerful, the complete opposite of my dad. She pushed herself onto me to take even more, and all I could was watch. I massaged him. Her voice shook with unconcealed lust. A naughty, wicked thrill that had me trembling. Deana thought about joining in but decided to float on a raft instead. Jack put his hand under her chin and jerked her head back to inspect her make-up. He had given entire presentations on this topic elsewhere, but with this little girl it was all he could do to blurt out a sentence. She murmured as she pulled me down on top of her. Georgette arose from the bath and was immediately enveloped in a large soft towel, and briskly rubbed dry. It was a way of bending the game’s rules amateur to claim that hits weren’t ‘solid’ enough to count. I was just about to get up when I listened to their real conversation. Amber asked sensually after Cassy described the cock she saw, obviously teens not stating who it belonged to.