She was just past that coltish, giggly stage and about to make the consequential step into biological womanhood. She was tall for her age - five-foot-...ix - blonde, blue eyed, with long limbs and a healthy, clear complexion, somehow avoiding the 'zits' some kids area cursed with at that age. When she wasn't self conscious about it, she moved with a natural grace that was awesome. Most of the time however, she went about with her eyes downcast, tiptoeing around, acting like a dog that's been. But, then she relaxed and she was kissing me back. The floodgates holding back the sexual tension had been opened and we kissed wildly, furiously our tongues explored each other mouths and our lips moved to each others necks and cheeks before returning to each other, our hands slid over the others bodies gripping and groping through our clothes, all the while we moved in our embrace to her giant sofa and we tumbled on to it.I fell backwards onto it, ignoring the thud the back of my head took on. Okay , now I was beeing greedy and my cover was seemingly blown. I was about 9 or 10 feet away when she turned to me and started asking about some song she heared on the radio. I still don't know what the heck she said. All I could think about was, if I was caught or not. She insisted that I must know what she was talking about, and that it was the latest hit. "Nope, can't help you", I whimped. "What is she doing?",I thought. I really wanted to run, but my whole body was in grid-lock. . I kissed the back of his shaft a few times and ran my tongue across it and back up to his soft hair. I looked up at him. He was smiling. Back to work. I slid the boxers past his head and his cock sprang free. He was stiff now. Stiff like only a 20 something man can be. When I think about it now, when I fantasize about that cock, I wish that my 50 plus year old cock could get that stiff again.I pulled his boxers down to his calves above the jeans and got busy. I stroked him with my right hand.