Yet again, it inspired me to go even faster and harder on him. I felt the thrills going throughout my body, and I wasn't even getting pleasured. I fel... the luxury through him, and he gladly accepted.I kept the thrusts small still, though, but knew I'd work up to taking more of his cock in there. Either way, I knew he'd be loving the gratification, but I still wanted to do it right. I pictured porn I had seen before and tried to incorporate that into my blow job the best I could.Yet, I still. Sitting up again, she adjusted her hips and made a small mew of frustration, read another page, then set the book open on the table beside her and closed her eyes.“Tired, mom?’ I asked.“Uh-huh, and my muscles are achy from being on my feet nearly the whole shift. God I hate Saturdays and tourists!” I get cramps in my legs and crap for tips. I wish your dad was here, he’d rub all the right places and make me feel better from my toes to my tits, I mean the tips of my fingers that is.” But I. But that still doesn't get you off the hook from making me a spit-baby every night until I go away to college." Deal," I answered smiling just before I kissed her with lots of tongue and hands and fingers roaming all over hard body. Hell, I'd won on both counts. Vicky was almost eighteen and she had grown into a gorgeous young woman. She still had her pretty round face, cool green eyes, red hair cut square to her shoulders now. But she had sprouted up to five-six, a hundred and five pounds. She soon refused me sex but enjoyed getting eaten out. I slept in her panties and we spooned real nice and she jerked me off. I even wore her negligee and pretended to be her lezzie GF. I had a gay guy blow me a few times when I was 16 and I loved it but had been straight since. PART I I was driving in the rain and saw a guy hitchhiking so I stopped and he got in. We had a long ride together and talked a lot about sex as the .