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sex with children anyway? Tocco was right that all the prejudices had to be examined. My resolve snapped into place.  
    "Why don't you just lie down on the couch, and we'll take your clothes off when we need to."
    She stretched out on the couch and lay there looking at me with cool, unperturbed eyes. Jean handed me a flat wooden stick and we approached the patient. "Let me examine your mouth first," I said. She opened her tiny mouth and said Ahhh. I brushed my fingers over her lips and then ran one finger into her mouth and over the insides of her cheeks and onto her tongue. "This all seems all right," I said. Jean leaned forward and said, "You're supposed to wash your hands first," and she took my hand and began licking it, first the palms and then the fingers, until she came to the index finger and began sucking it frantically, licking it with her tongue as hollows formed in her cheeks from the suction. She worked at it almost as though she wanted to draw something from the tip. Finally she removed the finger from her mouth and smiled what seemed like a wicked, delicious smile.  
    Or was I just imagining it? Was she being a symbolic cocksucker or merely playing a childish game of nurse? I was bursting to ask, but it was useless; she wouldn't have understood the concepts. And I wasn't so sure I could make such a clear distinction either.  
    I turned back to Sarah and was astonished to see that she had pulled her shirt up. "The last time my mother went to the doctor he tested her to see if she still had milk," she said, and looked in the direction of her nipples. "Don't you want to see if I have milk?" The brazen openness of her request unnerved me, and with a small sob I sank down and began licking her all over the upper body. I ran my tongue over her nipples, under her arms, into her navel. I felt I could rub the skin off her. I reached down and embraced her and smothered her body in kisses.  
    Just then Jean said. "Boys are different from girls; they have a thing between their legs, don't they?" As I turned to her, suspicion again mounted. Once more it sounded like a rehearsed dialogue. "Can I see yours?" she added. And then I went over the edge. It no longer mattered whether these were children acting out in a mindless fashion the genetic and social games inherited from their parents, or whether they were little witches trained to drive a man to soulessness. I lay back shamelessly, my cock building through my pants.  
    "You have to take off the belt and pull down the zipper," I said. And there was all innocence and all evil, bending over in the form of a little girl, undoing the buckle and slowly pulling down the zipper until the cock sprang forth.  
    "You haven't examined the rest of me," Sarah pouted. And while Jean put her small hands around the edge of my cock, I pulled down Sarah's jeans and exposed her small, quivering, unmistakably wet cunt. I leaned forward to put my head between her legs. "Are you going to examine me there?" she said, her voice thin and trembling! Not too steady myself, I answered "yes" as I buried my face between the soft thin thighs.  
    Then I had a feast. I ran my tongue up and down the tiny slot. I turned her over and licked every part of her ass. I pinched her nipples. She twisted and squirmed, but all her movement was to get closer, to get deeper. My hands were like wings, covering all of her skin, every opening in her body. My fingers went into her mouth and ears and cunt and ass. I kissed her from her toes to her throat and then pressed my lips to her mouth. It was very tiny, but extremely soft and delicate, and she reached up with her tongue and ran it over my lips and then inched it into my mouth.  
    Jean had begun to pull rhythmically on my cock. I looked down and saw her kneeling in rapt attention to her task, the skirt flared up over her back. I brought her around in front of me and placed her so that her mouth fell on Sarah's cunt, and while she began to nibble at the tender