Larry reached down and caressed her knees, and then her calves. Renee's marvelously shaped legs intrigued him. Her mother's thighs were a bit chunky, but Renee had nice, slender thighs.
Renee didn't know why she felt as she did, but it was all so strange. The puff of that funny cigarette made her feel as if she were floating, and she tried to ignore the tingling sensations of the man's hands as they roamed all over her excited young body.
Her own hands were touching him, smoothing their way along his shoulders, feeling the firm muscles in his arms. Renee had to admit she liked being in the arms of a man. She wondered why her mother didn't go out with men. After all, something like this was nice, and Renee was certain Harriet would have loved it.
The young girl's eyes sparkled with carnal desire. She looked up into the handsome face of the man holding her, and said, "I don't know what you mean by 'fuck'. But before you do it, would it be okay for me to touch you a little?"
"Well, yeah, I guess so," Larry nodded. "But be real careful. I'm very delicate there, you wouldn't wanna hurt me."
"Gosh no, of course not," Renee agreed.
Rolling out of Larry's lap, onto the warm, grassy ground, Renee got up on her hands and knees and crawled between Larry's thighs. She was glad she had taken his advice and removed her clothing. The grass and the dirt would have really stained her dress.
The young girl's hands gripped Larry's throbbing cock as she stared at it. It was almost completely dark out, now, so she couldn't see the waffling of veins running through his penis. But she was able to watch the way his red dome flexed, swelled, and oozed out another drop of lubricant. Watching it, she kept thinking his penis was crying for some reason or other.