I reached under the material of my bra and pinched my nipple as hard as I could. It was like my nipple was wired to my pussy and pleasure began to exp...ode in my groin. I closed my eyes as I reached orgasm. My legs squeezed together around my hand and I continued to pinch my nipple as waves of pleasure washed over my body. Tension drained out of my body and I laid for several minutes basking in the pleasure of my body. Soon, I fixed my underwear and covered up to go to sleep. I went to sleep. Of course she makes me eat my cummies after I squeeze my dickie to get all the sperm out. I love my wife.Just yesterday, she did something that was brand new once again. Our doorbell rang and I answered it as this is one of my duties to please my wife. Her friend, Carrie, was standing there. I invited her in and my wife greeted her with a kiss. My wife directed us to the living room and we all took a seat. After a few minutes of small talk, my wife left the room. She returned in a few minutes. Kaylie was a year ahead of me at school. Her wavy black hair bounced as she skipped, and her C-cup titties bounced nicely, too.“Hey Debbie! Hey Anna!” she said cheerily.Debbie looked sternly at me. I didn’t know what she wanted for a moment, but then realized.“Hi Kaylie,” I replied. “My name is Tissues now. Because I used to stuff my bra with tissues. But not anymore.”“Well, you certainly can’t stuff THAT top with anything,” she said staring at my flat chest.“Is everything ready?” Debbie asked. Only you. Well," she paused to think and give me a more serious answer. "In 8th grade my history teacher, Mr. Garcia." I felt a slight pang of sudden protective jealousy. 8th grade was the year Bethie blossomed. I was sure Mr. Garcia, whom I remembered vaguely as an odd but friendly man, noted it, too. How could he not have? Overnight her little girl breasts had suddenly become those of a woman. It was a turning point in my own life, the first stirrings of my sexual awareness of her. As she.