I could feel my cock start to stiffen as she moved down and massaged my balls with the end of the crop running it carefully and deliberately over my b...ll sacks before putting the shaft of the crop between my bum crack and rubbing the end of the crop against my scrotum and my arsehole. My cock grew and hardened, something which hadn’t escaped the notice of my mistress.“Doggies got a bone has he…”.She firmly spanked my prick with the crop, leaving it numb for a few seconds.“Well. I’ve got a. She wrapped her legs around him, and clung to him as if she were drowning. For how long they lay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, they did not know, but eventually, they both got their breath back, and she felt his penis going soft. She tried to give it a little squeeze with her pelvic muscles, but it slipped out. “Oops!” she giggled. Then she felt the fluid running out of her, and into the crack of her ass, and thought, I’ll lay in his wet spot anytime, anywhere. He started to get up,. "She didn't just wink at me...did she?" I pondered as I began to change. "No way" I thought to myself and started to undress. "It's just my horny teen mind playing tricks on me". I stood up and started to pull up my shorts when I glanced over at mom only to find her looking right back at me. That didn't last long though, she sheepishly averted her gaze. "Odd" I thought. "Very odd"."Alright, let's go" I said as I picked my backpack up off the ground and put it back on my shoulders. As I looked. She never had any close friends, at least not any that were girls, she got into fights, and didn't care about her grades, barely passing her classes. On a typical school day, she arrived on her bright red, Harley motorcycle, wearing a leather jacket, that always matched her choice of leather boots for the day, with skinny jeans, tucked away neatly into her boots. She wore her curly chestnut-brown long hair pulled back in a loose pony-tail, which she would let loose after taking off her helmet..