.." he stuttered and went bright red.I reached out, took his hand and placed it on my inner thigh. "Does that feel good?" I asked him. He never said...a word, but he began stroking my leg. It felt nice, but I became a little impatient and guided his wrist up my skirt towards my now-moist crotch. No words were said, as I guided his fingers to the opening of my pussy. He was quite clumsy and obviously in-experienced, but he finally managed to work two fingers into my opening, which gave a. Why do you want to know?" I was just wondering if the old tale was true. You know ... the one about shoe size relating to ... size," she said, waggling her eyebrows."How many of those drinks have you had?" Just two," she grinned. "They aren't even doubles. You can blame all this on your mother." So when did this discussion with my mother take place?" When we were talking about the party and what dessert I could bring. Then tonight, after I'd had my shower. Your mother and I are becoming very. Ever since that first time with him, I wanted his cum. I loved having him cum on me and especially in my mouth. It was the most intimate thing I knew of and the best way to show the Coach my feelings for him. His thick cum would coat my lips and tongue and I would crave the flavor. I would swallow as much of his cum as he could pump out.Coach loved to take care of me also. He loved to have me naked on his bed as his hands and mouth explored every inch of my young, hairless body. His mouth on my. As usual, many of the women were fondling themselves blatantly, and it wasn't long before she was playing that game, too, fingering her slit and pinching her fat nipples to hardness as she chatted.When her picture of Beatrice was exhibited, it was clear that she knew everything about its provenance, probably from her mother. She gave a very knowledgeable talk on how a young boy's semen was collected into glass balls by women skilled in that art and then mixed with tempera to produce the.