My cock twitched in her hand and I could actually feel her smile. My hand left the steering wheel and moved over her back, tugging her dress up. She ...lifted her hips and ass just a bit to let the dress slide up. In such a small car, people walking on the sidewalk or driving next to us would be able to see her cute little ass if they were looking our way. They would see her head hovering above my lap, and yet, neither of us cared. I leaned a bit to my right and let my hand slide between the. Mothers who have perfecttaste for themselves don't understand how to dress their boys. Well...we're going to have to teach you how to dress in any case." Shewalked around me as I stood there and pulled here, pushed there, freeda ruffle somewhere else, muttering partly to me and partly to herselfas she worked."There," she finally said. "The outfit is still not right for you,but at least you're wearing it properly."It's not just what you wear, Dear," she continued, "it's how you wearit. Always. We played board games, watched t.v (can you say DIFFERENT STROKES, WHAT’S HAPPENIN’? and CHIPS?!), read and talked about comic books... then finally headed to Shawn’s bedroom, supposedly to go to sleep.As we lay there in the dark, him on his bed, and me in a sleeping bag on the floor, I started a general conversation about stupid stuff, then steered the conversation towards girls and which of our classmates he liked… Which ones he found attractive and, ultimately, the girls he’d like to do. His hot breath on my wet cunt, his warm wet tongue sliding into my pussy. Richard knows my penchant for anal sex and how much I love to have my butt hole tongued. I used his word and whispered out oh yes that’s it uh huh now tongue mommies shitter with your warm pointed tongue, get it in my shit hole fuck mommies asshole with your tongue get it nice and wet so you can pound mommies shitter with your thick fat cock. Richard held me open as his tongue probed deeply into my asshole. I was playing.