Lying naked in his lap she felt the material of his jeans on her belly andthighs. Her boobs were pressed and squeezed against his denimed buttons - sh...felt even more exposed if possible and wondered in her awareness heightenedstate, how could it be that the hot waves of shame and arousal engulfing herseemed stronger than the searing pulses of pain splitting her bum. He pushed her hands under her body. They were heldtight together and squashed on his legs by her weight. Her hardened tits. Why did he suddenly think of himself as equal to all of the adults in his life? He was still just fifteen, not yet qualified to drive. Did killing a man really change his perspective that much? Ken's words came back to him. Facing death and taking life really were as significant as Ken had said. They were things only a small percentage of men experienced. No one could truly remain a child afterward.That's where the caring part of Cal took over. He already knew that those close to him were. Lara's mom had offered to store some of her things, and Ryan had gratefully taken the offer. She didn't want to impose too much, but she couldn't toss everything, and storage units could get expensive. She flipped on her iPod and laughed when David Bowie's "Changes" came on. She couldn't even remember when she had added that, but if only for the title it felt appropriate. Ryan mused that her own life had been full of changes the last few months. A boyfriend, getting rid of Jason, and now the. The day that she saw me emerge from her bathroom, red-faced and with a cock about to explode, continued in an ecstatic few hours of mutual nylon worship as she wanked me to completion, her soft blue slip encasing my cock. She herself masturbated through her silky panties as she cried out in her lust about how she needed the soft nylon to bring herself off. It was so good to be with the Auntie I loved so much and to love her in an even more intense way as we shared our lingerie passion. She.