I put on the car racing game. I was terrible when it comes to games and as we played I was more concerned about keeping the car under control. I was l...osing every single game but the only thing that mattered to me was that we were having fun and getting close to each other. It was almost 11 p. m. when I noticed the time. “This will have to be the last one,” I said as we finished a game. "One more race... pleeease," he pleaded. He might be sixteen years old, but there was still a little kid. He pulls her to him by her thighs and they both have a finger on her clit as he eats her. ‘Oh my god Honey,’ she moans as she feels her pussy get wetter and her nipples swell with desire. ‘I can’t get enough of you,’ he groans as he shoves his tongue deeper and harder into her wet hole. She leans back and sits on his face, their fingers massaging her clit and her ass grinding onto his face. Her hand slides off her clit and she allows him take over as she begins to pinch and rub her nipples. She. Noone I knew was really comfortable talking about sex with their parents.And Mom was prying more by the minute."Mallory, you have always been sweet, gentle, considerate, and nevermean or tough like other boys. That has been important to me, and yourbehavior has been something I have encouraged. Mothers watch theirchildren closely, and I have noticed a lot of things that about you thatI have wanted to talk about. You've been reluctant. I want you to know Ilove you for who you are."I was almost. “Don’t I have any secrets from you?”“Nope. That’s what secretaries are for.”“Okay, so long, Jerse.” She wadded up a piece of paper and threw it after me, but she had a big smile on her face. Fifteen minutes later Rosie and I were on our way to see Dr. Kirkpatrick at her office near Huntington Hospital, the same place I’d been to when that idiot Sheila had perforated my nipples. Now, almost a year later Rosie could still see through each of them.I felt self-conscious sitting in the waiting.