No ’ifs’ and no ‘buts’!” He started to balk at the idea of this, but a raised eyebrow from Karen had him telling his mother exactly what s...he had told him to say. When he had done, Karen reached across and snapped his phone shut and tossed it onto the settee. “Phones are so boring, don’t you think?” She now stood before him as he sat on the bed. She took his arms and placed them around her waist, guiding his hands to the concealed fastening of her skirt. He undid the button and drew. Hard Rider: YesRed Hott: Underwear?Hard Rider: No, I don’t really care for them… not in my jeans anywayRed Hott: Are you circumcised?Hard Rider: Yes.Red Hott: Ooh, good. I like the way cut cocks look, and taste. I can almost see the outline of your cock in your jeans, pressing against the tight fabric. It wants to be touched.I felt a little twitch in my cock and shifted in my seat. Her words were touching me. I had not expected that. The screen blinked again.Red Hott: If I were there, I would. “Only one way to find out!” Said Debbie.“What are you talking about?” I asked nervously. I hadn’t been seriously tickled since I was a teenager, and it didn’t bring up happy memories. My girlfriends tickled me so badly I peed myself. It was so humiliating.“Mom, you shouldn’t have come down. You spoiled my initiation. Ms. Connor isn’t going to be happy with me.”“Don’t worry, Anna. You’ll be fine.” Debbie said, then shouted, “Grab her!”I got up, trying to pull Anna up with me. I had to get us out. My fingers felt the rough cotton and elastic of her bra, and quite naturally followed its path under her arm to cup her small, round covered breast under the sweater. She was making lots of small sounds into my mouth, and she twisted just slightly, giving my hand a little more room to caress her. I gently squeezed the soft mound, feeling her true shape for the first time, and wondering all over again at the miracle of the female form. My hand followed her bra back around under her arm again,.