She looked at him with a curious look on her face. ‘Close your eyes. No peeking,’ he told her. ‘What happens if I do?’ she questioned him, gen...ly. ‘Then you will be punished,’ he said matter-of-factly. She quickly closed her eyes and awaited his next move. She felt him slowly stroke under her thighs, his hands slowly making their way back to her still aching pussy. His expert fingers gently massaged her clit, sending a new kind of pleasure coursing through her body. A finger slowly slid from. "Cynthia flushed once more and hissed, "What I wear or don't wear isn't the issue here Peter. I think I look good in this outfit and I want to impress OUR guests. Besides, you have no right to dictate what I choose to wear." She turned and stomped from the room. Pete did not see Cynthia again until he moved from the office to get dressed for her party. She was in the living room talking on the phone. He stood in the door for a moment and she glared at him before turning her back and continuing. Her jaw dropped when she saw the teen slide his hand over his shiny belly and cup his hanging balls, swallowing on seeing him openly massage them before his hand shifted to grasp his hardening cock, slowly stroking it as it visibly grew in his palm, my god he is going to masturbate. Ross had a slight smile to his lips… he had seen the face peering through the small window. He pretended he had not noticed, and decided to have a little fun and shock his gran. Thoughts of anything sexual with her. Slow and sensual time is over, we need each other and it becomes clearer by the second. I go to remove your shirt at the same time you go to remove my bra. We become tangled in fabric and laugh. God, I love your laugh. I let go of your shirt and my bra slides off. Before I can reach back to your shirt, your mouth is at my chest, kissing the skin between my breasts, and you have fingers on each nipple. I moan deeply as I can feel myself getting wetter. You kiss you way to my left nipple. You run.