.. wait!That would take me beyond the point of no return.I pull my hungry mouth off of his shaft and I work on his head with my lips and tongue. My ri...ht hand strokes his shaft, and my left cups his balls.I could do this all night I think to myself.I think I could do this again?... Am I liking this too much? Am I still straight?Something in the back of my mind asks why it matters.Something in the back of my mind says, "if it feels right, then do it".Suddenly, I taste something new on my. Conscious, as she is shouldered and tussled about, that some hands move over her with intent. Outwardly ignoring the fleeting grasps at her skirts. But privately, growing more and more aware of her body’s reaction to the excitement, as it instinctively moves back or presses forward against open hands and errant fingers. She continues to make her way closer to the platform. A reed caught in the swell of fast rising water, she pushes herself onward. Wanting, needing to be closer. To see the. He was female. But what kind of female, he wondered. He...no, she looked down. She was wearing the kind of nightgown a teen would wear and judging from the small but pert bustline that jutted out from beneath the nightie, she was well into puberty."If you're a good girl, you can drive the car on the way to school. Now please get dressed and then when you're ready go down and make us some breakfast." Yes Auntie Alice" she said without thinking. It had just popped into her head. The woman. "David heard a muffled, "Open 'em up." Then he heard, "Holy Shit!" Mr. Anderson, will you come to the shop?" Sure." Bring your titles, please." Not a problem ... as soon as Grace gets here and tells me where they are." Grace?" My wife." Inside, David was laughing his ass off. Outside he said, "Grace Anderson." Where is Grace?" This was a different voice. Another muffled voice said, "I'd know that SNJ anywhere ... I did most of the work." Grace is out on the Lake bringing in our just delivered.