Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”I let out a loud growl. Her talking dirty was yet another push toward the edge. I leaned back a little, changi...ng the angle I was penetrating her, and pulled on my erection. It was a trick I’d learned some time before to help keep me from coming, and it was working. There were limits, though – especially when I was buried in such a tight, hot pussy. It also tended to stimulate a woman’s clit, but Jemma certainly didn’t need any help with that.Her fingers. ”After that Angela and I were almost too excited to eat any more cookie but we finished off the plate anyway.Mom then suggested that we go up to my bedroom to get started. When I had to undress first I almost didn’t. I didn’t want to get undressed in front of my mother because I already had a hard-on. She just laughed and said that all men got hard-ons and that my father had them every day. Then she said that was what sex was all about…fixing the man’s hard-ons. Angela thought that it was to. Maybe that was the reason. Maybe because I wasn't consciously attempting to change what was happening, my sub-conscious was trying to make up for it. Maybe. Or maybe I wanted someone to stop me. I obviously still had problems coping with my situation and the solution I had chosen. Of course, my sub-conscious wasn't anymore help in offering an alternative solution than anyone else.Erica pulled from me long enough to turn around and slip her pants off. She arched her back, and wiggled her hips at. He laid in bed, naked, showing off his muscular running legs and tight skinny butt. His penis was erect and firm, the head glistening with pre-cum and ready for action. “Are you still in the mood for a little cool-down and stretch session?” he asked with a boyish smile. The sight of her hot and ready man enhanced the post-shower arousal she had been feeling. Her body responded with a desire to feel his hard body on her soft flesh. She answered his question by jumping on the bed and softly.