I didn't know what to do, I wanted to see if I could get this somewhere, but I didn't feel right about it having a girlfriend. So I did what any horny... guy would do; I rationalized it. I took a quarter and told myself "heads three times in a row and I'll message him." Well guess what? Heads. Heads. Heads.I emailed him and after a few back and forths, he said he could massage me right then, at 11 o clock. I went and told my parents some BS story of a friend wanting me to hang out, and got in the. It was then thatshe saw something hat almost set her over the edge. A row of smallplastic boxes lined the end of the display. She walked toward them andthen picked one off its hook. It was a strange looking garment, thelikes of which she had never see before."Boy's Jockstrap. Youth Sports Model by Bike," she said silently readingthe package.The voice interrupted her again. "Yes Chrissie, you want one of thesetoo. You need one of these."As it said that and Chrissie stared at the picture if the. I zipped up his pants and flipped on the red light. He was so cute. He was still panting and he said ‘what about your roll.’ I told him to slap it on as fast as he could. He said ‘it will be exposed.’I giggled at him and said 'this time we walk out of here and you tell that cocksucker I fucked it up so bad it ripped. I smoothed his hair down. I buttoned my blouse. He said ‘I swear to Jesus Christ you just made me the happiest guy on earth.’ I kissed him and said you sure do say Jesus Christ a. The tickly sensation his unhurried play spread a satisfyingly warm sensation all over my body.My son’s fingers drifted down along the sides of my pussy. After a few soft strokes, he began meticulously parting the hair there to reveal my slit. He traced one finger delicately along its length.I could feel that familiar ache now in my pussy. Only one thing could completely satisfy that ache, and that was a big cock stretching my hole as it slammed into me good and hard.But I knew enough to just.