Suddenly I had his cock in my hand, gently tugging at it. He let out a moan of pleasure. I was wet now. I could feel my juices beginning to escape my ...ussy.In a quick and swift movement, John’s knee was in between mine, nudging them apart, and his right hand had slid from my breast, down my stomach, and was now rubbing between my legs. He rubbed my clit as I wanked his cock. The only time we stopped kissing was when the pleasure was too much for either of us and we had to let out a moan of. I'd probably been adisappointment to him my whole life. I looked like the perfect son onthe outside, but he was well aware of my lifelong struggle to stay outof my mother's closet. The lure of Mom's clothes was bigger than myability to resist, though, and he knew it. It probably didn't matterto him that, to compensate, I became a pretty decent cornerback andwide receiver in football and a better outfielder in baseball, in spiteof my slender frame.For all I knew, Dad probably thought my dates. . Ooooohhhhhh but he did. His fingers stroked slowly up her inner thigh and ever so lightly brushed between her legs. Her breath became ragged and her mind flew away. He did it again... and again... and again. Just when her knees started to give: SMACK! What number was it? What number? WHAT NUMBER? She guessed trying hard not to make it a question. "Twenty-six, Sir." He chuckled. "Lucky guess, Little One. Deep breaths." She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing as he continued, the pain. Brenda’s hand slipped inside his shorts, quickly coming across the dome of his erect penis. He was rock hard and fucking huge! Brenda’s heartbeat quickened as Max’s long fingers explored deep inside her cunt. He slid his finger in deep before gently pulling it out again, one finger lightly touching her clitoris before re-entering her. She was lubricating heavily, and felt as if her juices must be running down her inner thighs. Max curled his finger while inside her trying to find that magic.