The White Woman on the Green Bicycle

Hal approached the little girl on the green bicycle with some trepidation. He assured himself that his intentions were honorable. He just had to find out if the girl in the bright yellow minidress was being naughty. It was his duty to reprimand her. At least, that’s what he told himself. “Are you lost, little girl?” he asked. Annie’s mouth closed with a snap and she froze. The terrible tingling shot through her and she was still itchy between the legs. She wished she could have gone on and on for a long while, but somebody was noticing her and it was time to go. Only her legs felt so weak she couldn’t start pedaling. “Are you lost, little girl?” Annie shook her head and her curls bobbed. “No sir,” she said. Her voice was weak and uncertain. She was acutely aware of the wetness between her legs and the way her soggy panties stuck to her skin like they were glued on. She shivered. Maybe he knows, she thought. A tingle started in the hot slot between her thighs and drilled straight up her little pee hole and Annie felt like she had to take a pee right then and there ...»