I lick her ear. Shelly stinks of shit! My boyhood yearns for Shelly as I watch the girls change for Ballet. I giggle slackly. The school Smelly-boy has ruined and spoiled this perfect little girl forever. My boyhood yearns for Shelly as I watch the girls change for Ballet. Ohhh yessss. Then I make her kneel before it, I bend her over it, I push her head gently, yet forcefully into my soft, brown boy-soil. My hips twitch and spasm in and out. I stink between my hips, like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. It gives me such pleasure to push down on the back of her struggling head and watching her face push slowly and firmly into the nice, rich faecal matter. Off come the panties. I lick her ear. My boyhood yearns for Shelly as I watch the girls change for Ballet. Now Jonothon is the clever one! Ohhh yessss. Then I make her kneel before it, I bend her over it, I push her head gently, yet forcefully into my soft, brown boy-soil. I make I pervy little ooohs and aaaaahs through wet, slack lips, my eyes roll and twtich as my little pole spurts and spurts up Shelly’s de-flowered fadge.
