"As I entered, Red grabbed my hand pulling me toward a chair in the corner."Here Peter, sit and watch".She must have seen my stricken face as tons of ...bad memories flooded my brain, causing a tear or two. All those repressed demons. I tried to break free and leave. But Red wouldn't let go. She was surprisingly strong as she pulled me into a bear hug.It was hard to struggle against her as those big soft breast with their hard nipples pressed into by chest."I'm so, so sorry. I'm just a thoughtless. As I made myself comfortable while peering behind the computer, I looked and noticed nothing wrong with the computer. All of the things were placed in there and it looked like it was running fine, from the wires and chords. As I brought my head back up to be level with the desk and out from behind the computer, there they were: Two beautiful feet. They were sitting on the computer top and were doing two of my favorite motions: She was firstly making her toes scrunch up, which only wrinkles up. She understood enough about 18-year-old boys to not encourage this one.“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”“That’s all right, Jim. It’s no problem.” Phyllis could tell it was no problem for Jim either. The way that his cock was stiffening in his shorts was somewhat gratifying, Phyllis thought. She wondered if she made it on to his list of “MILS.” She was perfectly aware that every teenaged boy had a mental list of “Moms I’d Like To Serve,” although she also knew that the more coarse. Beginning with my fingers, and then stirring in the tongue.Afterwards, sometimes, she'd jack me off. If she didn't instead become scared that her parents might be coming home. Twice she'd sort of sucked me off, little licks really, backing away when I finally came out of frustration. Making another mess on myself, just like if I'd been jacking-off, but without some tissues.We'd been dating for several months, and were still nowhere close to real sex. Marti had ruined the high school rule: after.