.." I stared deeply into her big brown eyes, my inquiry obviously fueled her need. Angie didn't speak and I did the only thing I could...I handed her ...the oil and fell back on the bed. Angie's hands were soft and warm as they slathered oil into my limbs. She took her time, I never felt so cherished by another woman. My long, toned legs relaxed at her touch as she stroked each one lovingly. It was as if she had to pay homage to my body and this was her chance to do whatever it was that would. I didn't know what to do. Should I jump up and cover myself? That seemed silly. I decided to just lay there, my whole body tensed up.As I laid there Tommy looked at me and waved. "Good morning," he said. "It's a beautiful day isn't it?"He spoke to me so I couldn't ignore him. I had to respond but when I did he'd know I knew he was looking at me."Yes it is," I replied. My body tingled all over. I felt myself getting wet. I wondered what Tommy was thinking. Did he like what he saw?Then to my. ” He looked somewhat disappointed, but I assured him it would be worth it. He said he had no doubt about that. I turned around, pushing my bare ass in his face. I felt his hands slide over my smooth skin and slide along the thong. I could feel his fingertips barely touching my hole and I got tingles all over. I stood up and said that was enough of that.I turned back around, my now almost hard cock straining the material of the panties. My precum had started leaking through the material,. It just depends on who's opinion you actually care about, and what you think about the person or people judging you. I've always been judged. By the way I act, my maturity level (or lack of according to some people), my personality, or the way that I do what I do. And I really do care what people think, but I know they won't change their mind, so I decided a long time ago to not bother stopping what I wanted to do. One problem I've always had, quite honestly, was that regardless of my age as I.