Karen said, “DAMN!” Then turned to look at me - her lips barely an inch away from my lips.“That turns me on too,” I told her, just before she ...eaned close and pecked my lips ... Just lightly.With her face still less than two inches from mine, she said, “Have you and Rachel ever taken nude selfies like that?”“Look down at the pic Rachel just sent her.”“OH DAMN! OH DAMN! Rachel - you are a WOMAN! Your breasts are as large as mine.”“My titties suddenly started growing again right after we moved. Everyone says teenagers are obsessed with sex. What a dumb thing to say. Of course we are. It’s all new and wonderful and scary and whether you’re holding hands or discovering what a kiss feels like or much more, when it goes well it’s glorious. When it doesn’t it’s somewhere between funny and the end of the world. Between terror and arousal. No pressure.So, of course, our conversation took a predictable turn.“OK, guys, what happened?”It was a pretty silly question but I had to ask it. The four. With my approval, she started stroking my cock at a slow, firm pace. Chelsey made sure that she moved her hand up and down the full length of my cock. I fucked into her firm downstroke with each slow hand movement.My breathing was slow and lusty. It was the most pleasure I had felt in a long time. My body yearned for this--the sensuous nature of the massage now being completed with an intimate hand job. I secretly worried if I could cum though. I was a guy who lasted a long time in bed and. He put in a Jacuzzi tub big enough for both of us. He let me do the decorating, and I opted for a country casual style. When everything was ready, Dad let me pick out the curtains, furniture, bed, mattress, and linens.In a lot of ways, it was like we were newlyweds, and most of Mom’s memory was already erased. We were pretty happy. We were definitely in love, and we had lots and lots of great sex. There just seemed to be something missing for both of us, and we both realized we weren’t as happy.