I looked down at his cock which was probably stiffer than I has seen it before except when he was about to cum and there was a little stream of pre-cu... dribbling down from the eye, so I took his erection in my hand and smeared the clear juice over his cock-head and used it to lightly wank him, just on his helmet, in time with my thrusting up his bum. I lasted longer than before but I couldn’t hold off for ever and felt my orgasm approaching and began to wank him harder and harder. He noticed. . and even more embarrassed at being caught playing with her panties. I was certain that the Christmas celebration was about to be spoiled for the entire family. I was trying to find the right words to try to explain my way out of this mess. She didn't say anything at this point... but just reached down and took her panties away from me. At this point... my hard on was beginning to fade. Without saying anything... she hiked up her skirt... exposing those great legs... and those great white. I needed him to. I needed to have him remind me of what men and women were made for. To bring me to the very brink of existence and let it all explode into a shimmering mishmash of lust and sweat. Now get on the bed and spread your legs for me. he said. Yes sir.. I purred as I climbed into my satiny bed and spread myself wide for him. I wanted him to look at me. I laid there brazenly exposed and I was loving every second of it as I could feel his eyes moving over me even though I was. More tense because I had a feeling she’d tried and failed to bring herself off alone. So she could have an orgasm, just not by herself. She had a lot on her mind, and a byproduct of that was the way she was leaving me alone. No taunts, no competition, no shoving schoolwork or awards in my face. Brett was being careful to stay away from me. He couldn’t see me without thinking about certain things, and that kept him completely out of my path, except at practice, where he tackled me harder than.