We neared my room, the pale pink door standing out with my name written in black over the frame. I tried pulling him to a halt, mumbling into his hand...as we passed my room. Confusion etched across my face as we neared my parent's bedroom.We stopped in the open doorway, the white and beige sheets of the king size bed glowing faintly in the middle of the room."This isn't your room, is it little girl? The pink door was your room, wasn't it?"My reply was once again muffled, but my nod was a clear. I knew exactly what he wanted. I knew exactly what he needed. He layed down on the table, down on his stomach, like he was the first time. I didn’t think there was any need to play it slow or shy, we both knew why he was here, but he was young. He was still learning who he was becoming and the desires that came with it. I gently and slowly played along, although my lust for him was overwhelming. I started at his feet, rubbing them and stroking his calfs. My cock already aching for him, for. Mmm, oh, that's nice, mmm, right there."I love burying my face in a woman's pussy fur and, even trimmed, Cindy was nice. She reached down to hold herself open as I tongued and lapped at her, then curled my tongue and began poking it in and around her opened entrance."Oh, omigod, oh, you are good, mmm, so good, yes, oh, my pussy, mmm," she groaned as I kept at her."Mmm, oh, I'm gonna have to make this up to you. Maybe you can think of some way I can do that, huh?"I was too busy to answer but I. The boys started talking with her while she stood with them very close to her. At first, she was friendly to the boys, hoping to keep a nice safe distance from them. Gradually, the boys got closer to her and suddendly she began to feel their bodies rubbing against her. At first she tried to ignore the contact, until she felt a hand on her *** as it grabbed unto her. There was no mistake about this contact, this boy had her *** in his hand. My wife immediately removed it and started to move.