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That little brat came back with cum in her hair, and showed us a picture of little dick in her hand.

“Where’d you get that?” She wasn’t even gone 5 minutes, then she was back, beating on the door to let her in.

She shook her head, “You have to try and guess.”

“Timothy Makris,” Simone guessed right on the first time, and looked around. “What? He puts out, didn’t you know that?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“You didn’t ask, besides you can’t take pictures of his boner, like that. That’s childporn.” We just keep the ones we get from adults, since they’re over 18. She tried to take the little girl’s phone, but she yanked it back in both hands.

“Well, what about this?” She giggled, but the next picture was a selfie, with a facial.

“OMG, he gave you a facial?” Simone looked surprised.

“Why, you jealous?”

“Yeah, he barely even got it up when he caught me, and he couldn’t keep it up long enough to.” She made the jerkoff sign, “Finish?”

“You saw it hard, though.”

“Well, not at first.” She shook her head, “They’re playing tag, and I didn’t want to play, so he chased me out of bounds, and caught me. He pulled his pants down, and jerked it hard, but he didn’t finish. How old are you, anyway?”

“10”

“How old are you really?” She didn’t even have all her adult teeth back yet, she grinned so wide, you could see the gaps in her molars, and even one growing back in.

“None of your business? Rude!”

“Well, I never let a boy cum on me that young.”

“Yeah, me neither, we’re all virgins.”

“Well, I’m still a virgin too, and you’re just jealous of me, and mean! Who wants to hang out with you mean girls anyways?”

I grabbed the door, before she could pull it open. “Wait, nobody said you have to leave.”

“Yeah, how did you talk a 6th grader into pulling his pants down for you?” Honestly, he should be in middle school by now, but he keeps getting held back.

“Well,” she pointed, “She was right all along.” She held her phone up, and switched back to Chrome. “All I had to do was find some boob pictures, and show him.”

“Why didn’t you show him your boobs, Simone?”

“I didn’t have any yet? This was like, last spring.”

“Oh,” yeah, she went up a whole bra size in a year. Lucky.

“How did you get past the cock blocker filters?”

“That’s what he asked,” she giggled, “But I found this doctor, John Hopkins, and he does boob jobs.”

“Uh! Johns Hopkins is a hospital, not a doctor.”

“Oh,” she shook her head. “They do boob jobs there?”

“Yeah, they do everything there, it’s a hospital. In New York?”

“No, it’s in Maryland, I think, or maybe Washington DC?” Simone got her phone out to look it up.

“So anyway, that’s medical, so they can’t block it in case of emergency.”

“Yeah, in case you need an emergency boob job.”

“Or you get pregnant for an abortion.”

She giggled, “Get this, he asked me if they have penis implants to make his dick bigger!”

“No!”

“Get out! I mean, don’t get out, and shut up, literally.”

“I know, that’s just an expression.” She was beaming with pride.

“Well, do they?”

“I don’t know, I just told them it was plenty big for me.”

“Smart.”

“Liar.”

“Well? Okay, maybe I lied just a little, but it made him feel better.”

“Huh!” Simone shook her head, blushing.

“What?”

“I shouldn’t have made fun of his little dick, but he had this spot on it. I wasn’t sure if it was a pimple, or maybe a herpe. It looked like it could have been like a cold sore.”

“Oh yeah,” the new girl went back to the dick pic, with her hand tight around it so the head bulged, and it had a black spot on the side. “I think that’s a birth mark.”

“Or maybe it’s a wart, so you better go to the hospital, and get checked out for genital warts, because those turn into cancer.”

“I think it’s a mole, but letmeguess. That how you knew it was Timmy’s, and he puts out?”

Simone nodded, then shook her head. “I didn’t mean that, I think he’s really.” She leaned over to whisper. ‘a child molester?’

“Well, lucky for her, or he wouldn’t have been able to get it up, if she wasn’t a little girl.”

“So, does this mean I can join your club?”

I laughed, “We don’t have a club, we’re just friends.”

“Well, can I be friends with you, and share dick pics, and stuff?”

“Sure,” Simone held her hand out, “I’m Mona.”

“And I’m Chanterelle, but you can call me Shanty for short. My friends call me Shanty.”

Okay, I was a little impressed. She’s really mature for her age, and okay maybe even a little jealous, but now that I know about Timmy. Maybe later, I can see if he wants to boff my brains out. I’m on birth control, so I don’t have to worry about rubbers, but I sure hope that’s just a mole, and not a wart.

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