Can I borrow your hanky to sponge it up a bit?" I'll help, Marcie."We pulled into the mall parking lot with my eyes still glued to the seat beside me,... while Betsy tenderly sponged all traces of moisture from my daughter's tender lips. How we avoided curbs, other cars and disaster of all types I will never know."Now. Can we get out of the car like civilized people and go do our shopping?"Marcie and Betsy were giggling too hard to speak, but I finally followed their pointing fingers and realized. Bryce and Vincent also became friends and were often paired up for the sentry duties that had to be performed. A further strengthening of their budding friendship occurred in the mess hall one evening when a large guy named Rob wanted to beat Bryce up after one of his tactless comments.Rob was a really dislikeable guy whose fingers seemed to have a permanent love affair with his nostrils. After Bryce asked him if had found anything interesting in his nose recently, Rob became very aggressive.. By the time she said "Good day mate" in the chat I got distracted and almost didn't say anything about what happened. We were both confused by what happened but figured that my mom didn't mean anything by it.A few days went by without anything particularly interesting happening. My panties had arrived in the mail but besides that nothing. Then laundry day happened. My mom came home with the laundry bin and told me to sort through it and find my clothes. I did as she said put my clothes in my. She's stroking my dick making it harder and moving her lips down from my neck across my chest stopping at the nipples kissing them and then going down to my now fully inflated membrane. I feel her hand going up and down my throbbing cock, rubbing the top, and lubing her hand with my precum and the hot breath of her tiny mouth. She dips her head down and takes my cock into her mouth. I feel her young teen mouth going around the top of my cock, licking the head, and then trying to take as much of.