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The Babymaker (Part3)
Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster
meet you and everything." "She does?" "Of course! Daddy does too." "Your dad wants to meet me?" "Uh-huh. They said you can come over for dinner tomorrow, if you want." "Oh, ummm..." "Like seven o'clock? We eat kinda late. Is that okay?" "I have to ask my mom." "Please?" "I'll ask her." "Right now?" "Now?" "Yeah! Then I can tell my mom you're coming." "Um..." "You can even come over a little early," Lisa giggled. "If you want to." "I can?" "Uh-huh. I got another one of mom's pills." "You did?" "We can do it before they get home." "Oh." "Or do you wanna, um...do it in my butt again?" "Yeah. Okay," I nodded into the phone, because the idea of bun fucking Lisa again...Wow! "Mom asked me what happened to all the butter," she laughed. "She did?" I laughed too. "My mom asked me why I smelled like butter." "She did?" Lisa gasped happily. "That's so funny." "Yeah." "I want you to do it in my pussy too though. Okay?" "You do?" "I like it when you do it and kiss me and everything." "Me too." "I wish I could kiss you right now." "So do I, Lisa." "Are you gonna ask?" "Yeah, um...Hold on." "Okay." I had to be crazy! If I asked Mom if I could have dinner at a girl's house, she was going to ask ... all kinds of questions. As soon as she found out Lisa was thirteen, that would be the end of it too, just like with Jules. And what did I want to have dinner with Lisa for anyway? Except it was fun talking to her. I'd been smiling the whole time and feeling warm inside and sorta tingly, and not just because I'd fucked her either. I mean, that was part of it, but mostly it was just her. I didn't know why, but just talking to Lisa made me feel kinda good. She made me feel like I was talking to Jules, sorta, and I didn't know what that meant exactly. But I liked it. "Lisa?" "What did she say?" "Yeah, I can come over." "Awesome!" "But I got a thing after school, so like...six o'clock, okay?" "You can't come before then?" "I wish I could," I sighed. "Alright," she sighed too, but then Lisa giggled again. "That's okay. God! I love you, Trent!" "I love you too," I whispered. "I can't wait for tomorrow!" "Me neither." "What kind of food do you like?" "Uh, I dunno." "I'll tell my mom. She's a good cook. I help her sometimes." "Okay, um...I like everything." "How about lasagna?" "Yeah. I love lasagna." "Really? Me too! I'll tell my mom." "Okay." "I know how to make it." "You do?" "Yeah! I'll cook it, okay? So you can eat my lasagna..." "I wanna eat your lasagna!" I laughed. "...and tell me if ...