"Yes, please," the diminutive female said with surprising politeness.

The country slut spread her thighs further apart at that moment. Gary Goodlein mounted her. He lipped his cock in her.

"Ummmmmmmmm," Bambi Starr said, closing her eyes with pleasure.

"The inside of your cunt feels so good on my cock," Gary Goodlein said.

The backwoods tramp placed her hands on the sides of Gary Goodlein's hips.

"All the way in, all the way in my cunt," Bambi Starr said.

They began to fuck. Their loins slapped together. Bambi Starr moaned louder and louder. She screamed as she came.

Bambi Starr tried to lock Mommy in her room while she had a young man named Ernest Whitson over, but Mommy wouldn't go.

"Your dates like me," Mommy said.

"It doesn't make no difference. It ain't fair," Bambi Starr said.

Ernest Whitson was standing right there with a smile on his face.

"Ernest, do you mind if Bambi's Mommy watches?" Mommy asked.

"No, ma'am, not at all," Ernest Whitson said with a small bow.

"Okay, okay, what you want to do?" Bambi asked Ernest.

"I want you to give me a hand-job!" Ernest Whitson exclaimed.

"That's all?" Bambi Starr asked – sounding slightly disappointed.

"Ummmmm, I love the way you give hand jobs," Ernest Whitson said.

"Have I given you a hand job before?" Bambi Starr said.

"You don't remember?" Ernest Whitson questioned with a frown.

"Sorry, I am a very busy girl," the pretty little girl said.

"You work hard to earn your reputation," Ernest Whitson said.

"You are a chip off the old cunt, Bambi," Mommy exclaimed.

"Shut up, Mommy," the diminutive female with a sharp intonation.

"You gave me a really good hand-job. Remember? I told you I thought most girls were too rough, and sometimes they tore the little skin beneath the head of my dick."