My dad was a little taller than me, standing around 5"10, always had a short, clean hair cut keeping his chocolate brown hair in check and had piercin... hazel eyes. He was kinda hairy, he had short chest hair but he kept his facial hair shaved.Me on the other hand had my mom"s straight, bleach blonde hair that I grew out but still had my father"s hazel eyes. Unlike my dad I have very little chest hair and didn"t have a hair on my face.Since our car was in the shop I had to walk home from high. "There definitely is some swelling. Enough that I can feel it!" "You naughty girl!" She said as she trapped Barbara's hard nipples between her hard fingernails. "I think you've been keeping something from me!" She said playfully as she pinched them, her thumb and index fingernails digging into them with increasing force. "Your titties are starting to show aren't they?" She asked rolling the little buds of flesh along the sharp edge of. She walked over and took off my heels and my skirt. She then slowly pulled down my thong. I grabbed the bag and led her to the bedroom and laid down on my bed. I simply said, “Let’s see if you remember how to please a woman.” She crawled onto the bed and between my legs. I opened a little wider as she began licking on my pussy lips. She was so tender and focused. She licked, nibbled, and teased. This luxuriously slow paced pleasing went on for minutes. When she had me near the brink she slid a. ..”“What is it?” she wondered and started applying the lip balm again.I wasn’t sure myself, but tried to explain my feelings to her the best I could: “I... don’t know. I just wasn’t ready. Not yet.”“Oh?” mom said, pursing her lips. “It’s all right. I can keep on going as long as need be.”“I know, mom,” I said. I was achingly rock hard from the constant fluttering of lips on my shaft, that wasn’t the problem.I could feel my mother’s warm saliva dribbling down the underside and then stopping to.