Her silence was erotic in itself, the only reaction in her body itself, pushing back to grip me. The heat of her around me increased the pressure in m... already engorged member, which stroked down and out, deeply and strongly, the oils making the sensations stronger and the pleasure greater. As my organ briefly left her before raking deep down again, her asshole winked at me, the candlelight lighting it but briefly as then her now oily, slippery anal passage was filled again. My hand clutched. I suppose I could try a larger bank and maybe use the legal papers from Mr. Sawyer, but it would be difficult. I was 16 years old. I had to keep telling myself that or I will forget. I kept thinking like a grown man, and I forgot to look in the mirror long enough to remember I wasn’t.I got into the car and pulled the door shut, slammed it closed would be more honest.“Hey, easy on the doors kid, what’s eating you?”I explained the whole ordeal with the manager and how I blew my stack, and now I. Even though she knows I like it. When my hand comes down hard onto her pussy, making a nice wet sound, she yelps into my pussy. The vibrations make me shiver.Again I slowly slide my fingers over her gorgeous wet cunt. Stopping just above her clit. Then I begin to finger it. Rubbing her clit up and down, and in slow lazy circles. With two fingers I spread her, perfect suck-able pussy, open for you to see. Then slide my middle finger down over her clit and into her tight wet hole. When it. Despite the shells we were all wrapped in it only took a half a day before Dad sat down next to me on the porch steps, wrapped an arm around me, tilted his head to look me in the eyes and ask straight out."Something happen during your trip, Davey? Something you don't want to share with your parents?"I sighed then, with a deep, slow release. Had I been holding that in the entire time?"Yes and no, Dad. Yes and no," I said, shaking my head. "Something I don't know how to share. Don't even know if.