Mr. Simpson had pushed his shorts and slacks down past his knees and he sat half naked in his chair, smiling at her while he pumped his hand up and down his big, scary pole. Betsy trembled as her dark eyes moved from the round, hair orbs of the man's heavy balls, up the white shaft to the red, almost purple knob of his glans.

"Don't be afraid of it," Mr. Simpson coaxed. "Just touch it, that's all you have to do. Touch it. Take it in your hand!"

The little girl could hear the sound of the handsome man's quick breathing and knew that he was excited. Somehow, knowing that gave her the nerve that she needed to reach out and brush the tips of her fingers against his vein-wreathed shaft.

Slipping an arm around the naked twelve-year-old's waist, the excited man lifted Betsy easily and put him back on his lap. Betsy felt funny and kind of embarrassed when she felt the naked cheeks of her bottom rubbing against Mr. Simpson's hairy legs. The man was guiding her hand to his hard pole and she leaned back in the crook of his other arm as he taught her how to curl her slim fingers around him and squeeze hard on his thick penis!!

"Ooohhh, that feels good," Newton Simpson whispered in Betsy's ear.

Betsy sat on one of Mr. Simpson's thighs. He had spread his legs a little and pulled her back so that it was easy for the interested pre-teener to work her fist up and down him. Her hooked thumb brushed against his naked thigh while he taught her how to masturbate him.

"Just like that, up and down, honey. Squeeze it a little tighter, umm hummmm, perfect!" The handsome man groaned as Betsy increased the pace and made her fist pop up and down in his lap.

"There now, that isn't so bad, is it? You like to play with my cock, don't you?" While he spoke, Newton's hand slipped back between Betsy's warm thighs and gently pressed them apart.