She licked her lips looking at the delicious hunk of man meat growing larger by the minute and knew she had to have it in her mouth savoring it’s ta...ste. She finished my body then kneeled before me soaping each leg while my erection kept poking her in the face. She looked up at me seductively as she bit her lower lip before leaning forward pressing the tip of my penis to her supple lush lips. She kissed my tip softly before parting her lips and licking around the tip as her tongue twirled the. “Stop this or I’ll tell my mother about this!”He laughed and said, “She’s upstairs sleeping, but go ahead. She’d probably believe you, too. But she won’t do anything about it.”Still trying to twist away from his tight grip around my waist, I said, ”What are you talking about?”He laughed again and said, “Think about it, Tracy….your mother’s been looking for someone like me for years….I pay all the bills around here, keep the place up, and she gets fucked almost every day. She’s not giving any of. “Well, when I left you last night you were wearing one of your western shirts, that one” she said, pointing to the shirt laying on the folded down back seat. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the back. The look on her face was priceless when she realized that the shirt was not only wadded up into a ball, but was surely a bit stiff and crusty. “Pete, is this, what I think it is?” Quickly. I'm sure we played with each other’s naughty bits. I mostly laid on her and did a grunty-grunty motion. Where I'd learned this, I'm not sure. Maybe I was copying something I'd seen at home. More likely it was something I'd heard other k**s talk about. Without a real playground, we played by letting each other put hands down our pants. I think we played at fucking a few times. Hazel went on though. Two brothers down the street told me about feeling her up. She told them I had done it too. I.