" Honey, your father and I had a fantastic sex life. But I'll let you in on a little secret. I started when I was 13. And I loved it. And that's part ...f the reason your father and I were so good together. So, as far as I'm concerned, the only valid question is 'How do you feel about Jill?' And 'How does she feel about you?' The rest of it is immaterial." Mom, I really like her. She told me she was 15 this morning and I guess I wasn't real good at hiding my feelings about it." I'm sure you. I’d caught the double meaning. “I don’t want any trouble guys,” I said pleading. “I just want to get home.” “No trouble,” his redheaded friend answered. “I’ll go get our car.” He gave me a pat on my ass and walked toward their car. I cringed a little but thought maybe things weren’t that bad. “What are you doing parked way out here?” the blonde asked as we waited. “I just couldn't stay awake anymore so I took a little nap. I really appreciate you two helping me.” My girlie voice was getting. My tongue was lapping against hers, the rough textures brushing back and forth before swirling in her mouth, then my mouth. My hips were rising up, fueled by an instinct to meet the pressure from her thigh and I could feel the heat of her crotch against my thigh so I pressed against it harder. She gasped suddenly in my mouth and I grabbed at her waist and ass to keep her from toppling to the floor. Or worse, simply pulling away.Every once in awhile panicked thoughts would pass through me. Oh my. He collapsed on top of her and after a while her legs fell off his back, to the bed. They lay there breathing heavily against each other. Thinking that he might be too heavy for her, he made an effort to roll off of her but she stopped him, bringing her arms around his back and holding him."Don't you dare," she whispered. "I love the feeling of you on top of me." But I'm heavy -" Not too heavy. I like it." Okay by me. You feel very comfortable." I'm built for comfort," she said with a little.