He handed it to mejust as he had with the other things. I took it from him cautiously, itwas smooth and glossy and in fact some sort of faux leather. ...I began toput it on, thinking that perhaps he had been teasing me before, whilstin fact he had meant me to wear a jacket to cover my barely coveredbreasts. It was when I actually got it on however, that I realised thatwas not the case. It was a bolero jacket, it came to just below my ribcage and as it had no buttons it was open at the front.. How can a male resist such beauty? I jumped on her and started to kiss each and every part of her face, and she was just moaning with excitement and fervor. Slowly, I descended to her neck, to her clavicle, started kissing and licking her.I bent closer all of my attention on her right tits, tongue brushing the cherry red tips of her captivating bounty. This closer, I could see a gossamer web of tiny blue veins just barely visible through her alabaster skin, radiating out from her bountiful. This feels so good, but suddenly, you stop! Gently you push me away and step behind me. I feel your fingers reaching for my pussy as your other hand finds my ass. You are teasing me from both front and rear, just as you described earlier, only it’s so much better. As you penetrate both holes at once you are somehow able to rub my clit as well. Over and over you probe and rub, as you kiss and nibble my neck, until with a loud moan, I explode all over your hands. As I try to recover, you place my. “A pussy is a cat, like our little Chico. A bitch is a female dog, like our Sandy.”Craig thanked his mother and ran out the door. But something about his mother’s explanation bothered him. So he sought out his father. Dad was in the garage.“Dad,” Craig said, “the guys at school are using words I don’t understand.”“What words, son?” “Pussy and bitch. I asked Mom, but I don’t think she told me the right meanings.”“Son, never ask your mother about these things. Ask me. Let me explain what they.