Porter’s thoughts turned to his eldest son, Petre, named for Gilly’s father who had died some years ago. Petre, considerably older than his younge... siblings, had reached the age of consent. He did not have a girlfriend yet, although a few around the compound had made known their interest. Unfortunately, he had inherited a certain sense of obliviousness from his father.Petre’s lack of skill with the young women was not what worried Porter. His son had requested the final exam of mastery of the. She now leaned on me in such a way that my hand can touch her boobs easily. I find her hand moving on my legs. I jerked my body in such a way that my hand fall on her boobs. Now my palm on her boobs and she was unmoved. I became open now and placed my palm on her boob and hold soft. She came more close to me and pressing my chest. I now start pushing her boob slow and waiting for her reaction. She moved her hand between my leg n placed her palm on my cock. My cock was tight before that n. “Thank you, Ms. White,” I responded before kissing her again – much harder.She drew in a long breath after I pulled away from the tongue-wrangling kiss and said, “Very, very good.”That was the limit of my endurance. I laid my hand on her right breast, letting the stiff nipple poke me in the palm, and caressed it with my fingers. That set off a flurry of activity from the hand in her panties, and drew out a moan.“A little bigger than what you’re used to, aren’t they?” she asked.A little was an. "Please, can?t we turn the lights out?" "I want to see you, slave." She whimpered a little, then allowed herself to be pushed to her knees. "I?ve never done this before." "Really? Then what did I see yesterday?" "That was?" "That was what, practice?" "I guess so." "Well then, it?s time for the real thing. Now undo my shorts." Hands shaking, she undid my belt, unbuttoned the button, and began to pull down my fly. Her fingers slipped off the zipper several times, and I finally got frustrated,.