I didnt think much of lubing up my hands at that age, but Mac advised me to do so. I took a lovely bit of spit into my hands and used them to pleasure...him. He had begun fingering my wet little slit, and I was loving every minute of it. It kinda hurts&hellip, I told him. I was so tight, one of his large fingers could barely fit within me. He went slower, and started to curl his finger upwards instead. That was the first time I had ever felt my g spot being hit. Mac continued as I sat on his. What if mom sees you do that. Then she's gonna think that there's something going on between us." I hopped on the counter and looked at him. "Chase, relax; mom is never home enough to see me do that." Our mom is a nurse at a hospital and she works day and night shifts ever since our dad left, now it's rare when she gets a day off. "Chase, I know you want me too. I know you get hard every time I grab your cock. It's not a secret." He stared at me for a while. "You know where to find me when you. The other things John began carving were lingam, life-sized, or slightly larger, of erect male genitalia, with every curve, vein, and wrinkle lovingly depicted. The eggs nestled in their stretched sack, and it was the counterpart to the magical effect of the nymph carvings. Zithrusa found herself absently caressing one without realizing it, and when she did she would blush deeply. She wanted to rub her face against the smooth warm wood, run it against her lips, touch it with her tongue.She came. He moved back towards the staircase, taking the soap from Hecate’s hand, her touch cool in comparison to the heat that surrounded him. He quickly soaped himself all over.“Your hair, too,” said Hecate, and Thompson lathered his hair, then washed out the soap. At her direction he emerged from the bath, and she handed him a towel, telling him to dry his hair. As he did so, she used another towel to dry his body, and at her touch, his penis quickly hardened.After Hecate finished drying him, she had.