"Okay," she said as though she had come to a major decision point. Her voice and posture changed. It became much more pointed, less evasive. "Do yo...u really want to hear the truth, James?" Yes." Even if it offends you?" Yes." Are you sure?" A hint of sadness filled her eyes, as though she felt bad about what she was about to say. I could see Amy was having second thoughts about her change in course. "Amy, don't be afraid to hurt my feelings. Just be honest with me. I can take it."She. "I like this," she purred, as she started rocking up and down on my cock. She leaned forward and found the perfect angle. She could ride me and also control the amount of pressure of her breasts on my chest. She would press forward, squashing her breasts against me. Then she would ease up, until only her nipples were rasping up and down. I was able to teach her a new game called "Where will I touch next, and what touch will I use." My hands were very active, first squeezing her ass, then. "Look at you," her fingers glided along the wet spot in my panties and I struggled not to moan from her touch. She sucked on my clit through my panties as she reached up and flicked my nipples. She slipped my panties to the side and ran her tongue over my clit and pussy lips. Clutching her hair in my hand I pushed her head closer and found myself grinding on Monique's' tongue. I moaned as she slipped two fingers into my pussy and began fingering me. She continued playing with my pussy until I. ”“It hurt her, too. She was really tight, and it stretched things.”“Stretched things? What does that mean?”Bobby suddenly felt awkward. They were moving now from a description of lust into a more biological lesson. Talking about body parts in America is never easy, for some reason.“It stretched the ... um ... skin on my ... um...” he trailed off.“The skin on your what?” she asked. Monica had never studied the male organ. Sex education in Wide Ford was minimal and very birds and bees.