.." he flustered: confused, for she was touching his dick with her pencil, caressing his scrotum: lifting it, dropping it; and he didn't like that at ...ll. It was making him angry. "I don't understand." You understand perfectly, Mr Pendrill - but I'll explain. I have a brother named Jake, and he was seventeen once when he visited my room uninvited, Mr Pendrill. Do I make myself clear? I was two years younger than him and a late developer and embarrassed by my shape. At the time I had no breasts. But at around ten or eleven years old, I started to notice and my little pecker began to harden at the sight of here to. This was kind of enlightening to me as I thought my “woodies” were caused by having to pee when I woke up in the morning. Now I knew it could be activated by something visual. My Mother noticed to. One time as she was standing in front of the mirror in the front room drying her hair as she was half nude, her tits bouncing just so and me staring from the couch rubbing my. ... and I was enjoying it. I reached down and started to rub my cock through my trousers. I didn't get the chance to see any more of the show but as a guy was getting off, he whispered to me. "There's a hot little bitch over there, go and get a feel before she gets off."The trip had taken about 30 minutes and as we approached our station, Brenda made her way over to me. She looked a little flushed as she said "It's certainly packed in here." I agreed that it was and we got off and went off to. Slow strokes up and down, back and forth. His warmth filled her hand and she could feel his arousal grow vibrating within him. His breathing became deeper and longer and he reached down between her legs. Just then, she felt his fingers caress her ever so slightly sending a ricochet of shivers up her body. Then again, his finger dragged along her clitoris, hot with anticipation. He pushed her onto her back, making his way down on her. She felt his tongue enter her and move into her wetness..