" "Don't stop." Her face clouded with confusion. "What?" "Keep going." She look unsure of what to do so he sat on her bed next to her, took her han...d in his and moved it back to her pussy, he could feel from there how wet she was and clenched his jaw against his own need. Slowly he moved her fingers back over her clit and encouraged her to continue what she had been doing. Another moan came from her throat and her hips pressed upwards into his hand. He slid a finger into her tight pussy as. "Open your eyes and look at me." Her voice had a steeliness to it that I was not accustomed to hearing from her. I did as she directed without thought. "Don't close your eyes to me."Her fingers stroked along my inner pussy lips and I had to fight to not close my eyes or look away. Sam kept her gaze on me as two of her fingers dipped inside of me and scooped out more of my juices which she used to cover my clit, before returning her fingers deep inside of me.My eyes didn't leave her, but my. As a horny and frustrated adolescent I had begun fantasizing about what it might be like to make it with some of those unattainable cheerleaders, the cute ones with the high, musical voices and long hair down to the waist who were much too good for me. Fantasizing was better than nothing, and soon it was much better than nothing. What had begun as ordinary kiddy daydreams turned into a powerful obsession. The girls, then women in my fantasies became increasingly realistic.Over the years, I've. I walked through into the pool area and started my traditional blast up and down the pool. I was by far the fastest swimmer and took some pleasure in the way I slid silently through the water causing little splashing but leaving all the others in my wake. As I was doing my lengths I started to reflect on her comments. Maybe I was being unnecessarily conservative. My newfound figure gave me more confidence in my body and besides, most of the other bathers were nude. As the last few minutes came.