We kissed and played with each other but when I took her in the bedroom she got sick and ran to the bathroom. I told her not to worry and we went to ...leep- about 7am I heard water in the bathroom and new she was washing up and she came back and crawled next to me and called my name- I acted like I was asleep and she reached around and softly grabbed my cock and stroked it while whispering my name- My dick was getting hard but I pretended to be sleeping and rolled on my back- She put her head. Every single wail was was a stiletto through his heart. So much for my foolish hope that watching her and Alejandro would make this easier, he brooded, picking up his pace and trying to shut out a soundtrack he’d memorized. A half hour or so of inspection and experimentation later, he was back in the guesthouse and thinking about lunch.After a few quarter-hearted hours of grossly inefficient work, he was so distracted that he texted Wendy to ask how she felt about everything that had. And I did, I ran my hands over her nipples and played with her breasts. “I love the way you are touching me,” my step mother said, “but I have another place for your hands.” She took my hand and I watched as she pulled her panty down and slipped my fingers between the soft folds of flesh between her legs. She was slippery down there and she showed me how to run my fingers up and down those folds and when she got to a prominent bump she whispered, “this is my clit and it is very sensitive, if. A little bit about me, apart from my age, which you already know, I am a Virgin, everywhere, I have not touched, sucked, or taken a mans cock in either my pussy or up my bum, I say bum, because I am an English girl, an English rose, caught in a hormonal imbalance, where my strict Christian upbringing forbids my deflowering and the Devils temptations of men, and my own inner torment of wanting my body to be thrown amongst naked black men, with huge cocks, to be satiated and washed in warm.