I love our cuddle time just as much as you do. I spend my entire day looking forward to it. Don't be ashamed. I know it is not something you want to s...are with other k**s at school. That is okay, we will keep our cuddle time a secret. The more secret it is, the better it will be." She said. That night I fell asleep in her arms.It took me a couple of days to process what she said 'secret cuddle time' sounded nice. I liked the idea that nobody had to know. I also made me feel better that my Mum. I was unbearably aroused. I reached back between us, feeling the stiffness of him, the slick fluid that oozed from within. Ian shuddered slightly against me as my expert fingers tickled and massaged him. My instincts had not faded. Ian pushed me against the glass door and kissed his way down my back. I was sighing and moaning softly, anticipating the feel, the love of him. I arched my back and panted hotly on the window when his tongue slipped between my cheeks, tasting me, licking up and down. I had been the first man to see her budding breasts, fell of her young firm breasts, and to suck on her tender nipples. I was the first man to feel her furry little pussy, finger her clit to an orgasm, and to finger fuck her moist pussy. I was the first man to cover her with baby oil, rub her nice ass, and to poke a finger into her asshole. In fact I poked all ten of my fingers and thumbs into her asshole. I was the first man to shower with her, give her a bubble bath, and to lick whipped cream. I never took any crap from a guy but I also got a kick out of satisfying them and having them pump their creamy white seed into me (and on me) for fun. It made me feel so feminine and fresh and wanted. And my partners always took care of me too. They would feed me well before we ever even got to the physical part of it. Heck, I might have starved if I couldn't deal with that kind of squid pro quo. That's why I always say "one gland washes the other." What could be wrong with that? Hey, I may be.