While we were making out, I kept toying with her breasts, molding them like clay. I guess she liked that. It wasn't long before she started shuddering... all over, whimpering and moaning. In a more normal voice, she said, "Oh my GOD. I've never cum just from my boobs being played with before." Now starting to stroke me faster, she continued. "Do that again!"Her eagerness was a bit much, though. "Be gentler," I scolded, whispering, trying to be as nice as I could. "It's flesh and blood, not a. Why is ok for boys to do that and not girls?"I wanted to laugh; I really did, but I held it in."Your mom lied to you," I told her. "I think every girl's mom does it to keep them from finding out how good touching themselves feels. Moms don't want to get the girls to be bored with playing with their clits that they start doing sex. For boys, sex just gets sticky and messy. For girls getting pregnant can ruin the rest of their lives. Everyone does it, everybody. It is as natural as the changes in. Over tea, which for some strange reason he took black with neither milk nor sugar, we sat and chatted. I explained that my wardrobe was slowly running out of fresh options and that to be honest there was getting to be fewer poses for him to picture, a point he had to agree. That he wished to step up to fetish stuff was a step that I was prepared to take but only if he provided the clothing and only if he respected my husband, neither finding out or even suspecting. At this he became a touch. “Oh Beth… Oh God. I’m cumming. I’m cumming! Hnnng!!” It gushed out, almost like a volcano. I felt him cum trickling down my hand… It felt so good. I gave it a little lick. It didn’t taste bad at all. I liked it. “Mmm… you taste so good Michael.” His hand slid back down to my pussy again. I was soaked. Jerking him off just got me so hot… I just couldn't help myself. He slid his fingers back inside me and back out, taking them to his mouth and licking his lips.“You don’t taste too bad yourself.