The guy must have come once already or drunk too much or something, he just seemed to go on and on and on.I dragged a kitchen chair to the window and ...stood on it, trying to see up and over - deeper into the back of the car, but to no avail. I managed to see a hand on his hip, imagined the nails scratching, imagined her hands pulling him deeper inside her. A pair of knees lifted up on either side of his hips, bouncing to every thrust and that was all. He wasn't making any noise, (that I could. “What?” he gasped.My brain, which is capable, on occasion, of coming up with something clever, did so at this point.“I still can’t answer the question. I still don’t know if size matters or not. I think you’re going to have to do that again before I can tell for sure.”Finally he laughed. It was explosive, and short-termed, but he laughed.Then he stopped laughing, and we had a conversation about what to tell my mother. And my siblings.In the end, I decided that my first decision as an adult, was. Chelle was a full figured woman, curves in all the right places though.A sweet girl that for the last 8 years had been my sitter whenever my parents were away. since that first time she came to sit ,i had played thinking of comming over her big milky breasts. But never thought i would get my wish, until one night when i had been moaning to my mum about being too old for a sitter.ME "mom i'm 16 now i dont need a sitter"MOM " It's only for tonight, Your father has a important meeting tommorow,. Don't worry about what happens. What ever it is, I want you to do it." She breathed into his ear gently, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the tiny crevice, racing along the smooth boyish inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies and located the heated hardness of his eight- year-old penis. He gasped as the hot searing tips of her fingers closed completely around his swollen cock. He tried to put himself at ease, as she told him to do, and he was achieving.