"Hey look, if it isn't bawl. What's the matter? Bawling because your boyfriend left you." I knew who it was but stupid me, I did not ignore him. Inste...d I turned to verify my guess. Brad Tidleson, captain of the football team, star quarterback, over all ass. He was with his mindless goons as he said, "If you're that lonely. You can come in here and suck my big cock. No? You a one man's man? Oh well bawler, guess I'll have to catch you later." Before I could shot out a comeback, Brad burned. I've already proved there's nothing I don't know about either of us, so go right ahead,” she said confident. “Ok, here it is,” I said as I sat her up so her ear was right next to my mouth. “What time was it the very first time you asked me to make love to you?” She turned around to look at me and had a blank look on her face for a second, then the emotion took form as she fought to hold back tears. She turned around in the water so we were chest to chest and lay her head in the nape of my neck.. ... “Tom, I have to ask you something private?” “What is it mum? Tell me!” “Sorry for having to ask you this, but do you masturbate at all?” “I do, or at least I did, until I broke my arms and collarbone. Because of the plaster casts and the shoulder strapping, I can’t do anything by myself,” Tom embarrassingly stammered out. “Can I ask how often you used to masturbate?” “Usually every night. It helps me relax and sleep better after going to school all day and studying at night.” “So you. I scratched up and down the cheeks; she was lying flat now with her arms up hugging the pillow under her head. I rubbed and massaged her butt cheeks, my cock still getting stiffer. I spread her legs apart and positioned myself between them and started gently kissing and tonguing her pert bottom. Poking my tongue down trying to reach her freshly waxed pussy. Sally raised her bottom off the bed just enough to let me find her clit with my tongue. She let out a long, deep moan.Sally reached her.