Gemma seemed perfectly relaxed as I flicked my tongue over her little pink nipples, at the same time gently squeezing and rubbing those pliable mounds. They had only just started to swell but were large enough to leave everyone who saw them, with the knowledge that she had breasts. Her skin felt like satin, no blemishes whatsoever - I had to continue kissing down her flat tummy and onto her bare, virginal pube, feeling a warmth rising from between her slightly parted legs. I softly ran my tongue over her labia lips, slightly puffy and totally

I had started a job as a Resident Registered Child Carer in a care home for homeless or orphaned , aged to . These kids, considered adults at , had to leave whether they had anywhere to live or not. I was and divorced with two grown up sons, living on my own in a comfortable flat in the city. I had always wanted to be involved with youngsters in some way and when a vacancy opened up for a Carer, I jumped at the chance.

Soft padding steps came across the room and stopped at the edge of my bed. I held my breath, fearful of what might happen. Gemma lay still in my arms beside me, her left arm resting on my flaccid prick, her left leg raised over my thighs. I could still feel the heat from her ravaged cunt against me. "Jay - can I get in with you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is there a problem, John - Im rather tired." I replied, trying hard to hide Gemma from his gaze.

The day following Caras visit and our first tryst, Gemma came to see me and asked if she could visit later at night ? I of course said yes, my door always being open to any of the children under my charge. She seemed pleased at this but I got the impression that she was rather reticent and preoccupied. "What seems to be the matter Gemma ? You dont sound too sure about coming to see me?" "Its not that" she replied, "Its just that Id like to know more about boys, but they just laugh

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