Bedlam: London and its Mad

I wrapped my warm fingers around it and gently squeezed. He moaned with pleasure against my shoulder. He was an awful lot bigger than the boy in the gas station had been. "I couldn't help it. Your p… panties were laying on the bed and…" Timmy shuddered violently, his voice was barely audible. "You're… so… pretty… p… pretty… and…" The boy began sobbing harder. "Timmy, you're sweet. Did you like the smell on my panties?" Timmy didn't speak, just nodded his head. "Do you like to smell girl's panties? Have you ever smelled your mother's panties?" I was so excited that my hand was unconsciously jerking Timmy's prick in short, quick movements. "Y… yes." "Did you wonder how I would look in them while you were smelling them?" Timmy nodded. "Would you like to see me in them, now?" "Yes… yes…" Timmy looked up at me, his eyes wet and sad, very sad. I almost started crying myself. But instead I leaned forward and kissed his quivering lips lightly. "Do you like to kiss girls down there?" "I… I… d… don't… k… know…" "Oh, Timmy! You never have… have you?" My heart nearly stopped its mad pounding when I realized he was a virgin. "N… no," the boy mumbled weakly ...»