Beck hoped up and stood over my face. "How dare you cum inside me!" She said sternly. She dropped down on top of my face "remember you always begged m... to sit on your face? Well use that tongue of yours to get all your cum out or I'm not getting off of you". I grabbed her thighs and pulled her down onto my face. Her pussy was so wet I could barely tell what was mine or hers. I worked my tongue all around her deliciousness. As I did I could taste my cum slowly working its way out of her slit. I. " I shan't list any more. They talked of foreplay, climaxes and positions, all of which I knew to be far more romantic, intimate and wondrous than their blokeish bluster gave credit for.But one of them mentioned something that stopped me in my tracks, glad that the glass I almost dropped was empty. Now this I hadn't tried. Would I want to, though? It sounded a bit revolting but this lad (did I mention, they were all four pantie-wetting good-lookers?) was enthusing about it with missionary. “But now what are we going to do?” I wasn’t really asking a sixteen year old girl for mom advice, I was articulating my confusion. The pungent smell of sex billowed under the sheet. We lay side by side, our arms and legs touching comfortably. “Mom,” Chad said, “you can’t hide under there all night. It’s my room, for one thing. And my bed.” I could tell from his voice that he stood close. I pulled the sheet down to my nose for a split second. Back under the sheet I told Ashley, “He’s taking off. I had toyed with the idea of putting a move on this woman infront of me but changed my mind as soon as I heard her voice. Ittriggered some unconscious irritating memory of a long lost aunt livingin California. This aunt really got on my nerves as a kid. I just sighed to myself and thought that 'little Rick' wouldhave to wait for another day. "I must be getting senile when I actuallyallowed my brain to overrule the rest of my body." I regretfullythought. I finished the interview.