It was. I did. And crept up to the bedroom, trembling, shaking with - fear .. anticipation, and... Her drawers were a gold mine -- panties, stockings,...suspender belts, roll-ons, bras, all neatly pressed and folded. I was too nervous to do much more than look but my cock had to come out and i had to smell them, had to touch the brassiere to my aching prick, rub the bulging head of it inside the sweet scented cup so that when she put it on her nipple would be there - right where my cock had been. While we waited, we both decided to take a shower, and get freshened up, and we were pleasantly surprised by how big the shower in our room was. So we ended up taking a shower together. We got so excited that we had a quickie in the shower. I rubbed her pussy from behind and bent her over and fucked her doggy style in the shower. We said fuck it with taking it slow, and soon we were both cumming, her first then me, her orgasm was making her pussy milk the cum from my balls, filling her up.. Supported by her very firm breasts, a hint of hard nipple tented the fabric on each side of her inviting cleavage. Her thighs, displayed below the hem of her dress, showed the fine tone that was the result of a serious gym regimen. She was very witty and we got on straight away, pinching me now she was almost too mature and we both had similar interests, businesswise and in our private life, she was just a great laugh to have around. The lector took all afternoon and I found it rather hard to. At 12 years old I had no idea what the crop was for. My mother definitely didn't include that in her sex education. I was overwhelmed with confusion and embarrassment, but these emotions weren't enough to make me go back to bed like a good c***d. Suddenly I heard a loud snapping noise. Terror washed over me as I realized he had hit her with the riding crop. I turned around immediately and went towards the stairs. In my mind, he was beating her and I had to tell my mom about it. I stopped.