I reached over to my bedside table, grabbing the hairbrush that had become very dear to me, for several reasons. I rubbed the smooth, curved handle ac...ross my wet lips, back and forth, slowly teasing myself to a near climax. I worked my hips around it, grinding my slickness onto it, gradually slipping it inside. I maneuvered the brush with one hand, while I squeezed my swollen breasts and pert red nipples with the other. The brush made me feel full and made me want it deeper as soon as I’d. A few days later, I had finally worked up the courage to go up to her door and offer any help with finishing up her new place."No thank you. It's quite organized now. But you're welcome to come in if you'd like." She smiled and opened her door a bit wider. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew this was my chance. I stepped in."So, where are you coming from?" I asked, attempting to make small talk."New York City." She answered as she rubbed her neck."City girl, huh?" I smiled at her as she. The next thing I remember was Rita was shaking me gently, “Kevin, you have got to go to your own bed now.” I kissed Aunty like a lover. She smiled and told me to get dressed. “Now go and have nice dreams about me, then enjoying your morning stiffy.” I blushed at the thought of Rita knowing that I would do. “Oh Kevin, all men do it; us girls do it too you know. Does your girlfriend keep her hair brush beside her bed?” I nodded. “Does it have a nice smooth handle like this one?” She held up her. With the slightesttouch, his fingers traced along her upper thighs and across her stomach, thenover her breasts and tightened nipples. He rested his hands near her neck,on her collarbone. "Are you excited?" he whispered, just wanting her hear her answer. "Yes," she exhaled. "Good," he whispered, directly into her ear. His fingers continued exploring. He closed his eyes wanting to know her body.This was the first step. Their breathing collaborated. His chest and stomachpressed against her back..