”“OK. What did he say?”“She. It was a woman.”“OK, what did she say?”“She said that in cases like this one, it’s highly likely that t...e boy is using his mother’s panties to masturbate because of the way it makes him feel, physically.”“No shit, huh?” I said with a chuckle.“Ben,” Sam said seriously as a way of lightly chiding me. “That’s not what she meant. She said that there’s probably something about the fabric that feels stimulating, or comforting to the kid. She said in cases like that, it’s. Now sit on my face.”She lay down on the floor between my legs, and I knelt down so that I could lower my pussy onto her waiting lips and tongue. I pulled my panties to one side so that her tongue could more easily find my wet slit. I was more aroused than I'd thought, as the first touch of her tongue on my pussy was electric, sending shivers through my whole body. I didn't know whether to look down at her as she lapped the juices from my cunt, or to watch our image reflected in the mirror; . "I think I should clean up." Sorry," Trinka apologized. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" No, just... " I trailed off, not sure if I should say what I was thinking."Just what?" Um. Just... a bit horny," I admitted."Ooo, girl, me too! Don't be ashamed about it; there's nothing wrong with being horny." You're not weirded out by it?" Why should I be?" Yeah, I guess you have a point."Trinka got up from the table and moved to our sofa. She patted the place beside her, motioning for me to sit down.. He came over and asked "Yo man, what's wrong?" I just kind of feel like a prostitute now. Like men are going to be paying to fuck me." Oh shit, you kinda right. Huh. I mean it's better than fucking for free right? You're just doing what you were doing, but getting paid! And now you can be here whenever you want!" That's true. I just don't want them to start treating me differently, like I owe them something extra cuz they paid for it." Ah nah nah, nah we ain't gonna let that happen. You one of.