Neighbors and the go-cart

I recently moved into a new neighborhood and was fortunate enough to have a second garage on the property with a finished office space. After settling the house my attention turned to turning the garage into a work space for my go-cart project. I had been collecting all the parts and finally had the space to start working on my project. Once I had my tools organized on the workbench and the go-cart parts all in one spot I decided to put together the office space so I would have a place to kickback and drink a beer and watch some sports during breaks from the project. I added a couch and set up my kegerator before setting up satellite television in the space to make this a true man cave. It didn't take long before a few of the neighborhood k ids were hanging around to see what I was doing. I allowed Sam a 15 year old b oy from across the street to help out by handing me tools. Sam's dad stopped over frequently to see the progress we made on the go-cart; we often kicked back and had a beer or two while watching Sports Center after the k**s went home to get cleaned up for bed. After a couple of months of working on the go-cart I had formed enough of a comfort level with Sam that I asked him to house sit while I would be out of town on business. I locked up the house and the garage and reminded Sam to keep an eye on the place letting him know I expected to be gone for two weeks. I didn't really think much about the house as it was in a quiet neighborhood with only 25 or so houses. I arrived home on schedule and found the house in good shape; I decided to head out to the garage and have a beer, expecting Sam would stop by when he noticed my truck in the drive. As I entered the side door of the garage I heard a couple of k ids voices coming from the office. I quickly realized one of the voices was Sam's and then I realized the kegerator was left unlocked and he was probably helping himself. As I stepped around the corner I was surprised at what I saw. There was Sam on the couch with a glass of beer in his hand and his cock in his hand while he was looking at a nudie magazine. I recognized the magazine as one of my old Hustler magazines I had stored in a cabinet in the office. What was even more shocking was the little blonde g irl that sat in front of him on the coach in a little pair of white cotton panties. The g irl looked to be around 11 or so and was quite interested in watching Sam stroke his skinny 6 in dick. Her chest showed the tiniest start of developing breasts with sweet little swollen nipples. I stood back in the shadows and watched the two talk about what he was doing as he showed her the pictures of a couple fucking. He explained this is what boys do to feel good when a girl isn't there to lick him. She seemed interested in the pictures and asked if he wanted her to lick him like yesterday! He told her he did and she immediately crawled over from her end of the couch and started licking his cock like it was her favorite lollipop. It only took a couple of minutes and he shot his load across her tongue and onto her face and chin. He groaned loudly as he orgasmed; I hadn't even noticed how excited I had become. I had started to stroke my own cock and was to the point of no return. As I shot my load onto the garage floor all I could do was fantasize about that sweet innocent g irl licking my own dick. After cumming a rope, I quickly put my cock back in my pants and moved into the corner behind some equipment so they would not see me if they were to exit. Sam looked at the girl and said now it's your turn Emma. He pushed her back onto her back and started licking the cotton crotch of her panties. He was really getting into it and then reached up and pushed the crotch to the side. His tongue started licking up and down her bald little mound and along her pink little slit. She started bucking her hips up and down and then said stop it Sam! Sam please stop I have to pee! As she tried to wriggle her way up the couch Sam held his face into her sweet little box and continued to devour her bald mound. Emma let out a soft cry and then a squeal - she pushed Sam back with her feet and said I just peed! Sam looked at her and said you didn't pee, but I think you just had an an orgasm like the story we read in the other magazine. Emma looked confused, but then said that was fun Sam! She then said Sam we need to get home before daddy gets mad that we have been gone for so long. Sam handed Emma a disposable paper shop towel and she wiped her face and her little pussy before slipping on a cute little pair of pink shorts and a pink tank top. Sam dressed and as they exited he threw the shop towel into the garbage can. I watched them exit through the garage door and then watched as Sam noticed my truck in the drive and told Emma they better get home. I immediately went to the garbage can and removed the shop towel from the trash. I moved it to my nose and breathed in the scent of her y oung pussy; as I inhaled, the towel touched my lips and the wetness of both Sams spunk as well as Emma's pussy brushed my lips. I could not tell you what came over me but I started licking the wetness on the towel and sucked the area where the juices had soaked in. I had never thought of a c hild sexually, but here I was jerking off as hard as I had ever done before with a paper shop towel in my mouth so I could taste what they had. I came so hard that my knees buckled. Where had this angel of a little girl been? Her father never mentioned her in the past and I certainly had not seen her around the garage during the past 2 months. I was already thinking about how I could watch Sam teach and explore his l ittle s****r while I watched!