He always did have a way of cheering her up. The house was quiet and as usual tidy. Her dad managed quite well and it seemed that he had bounced back ...aliantly since her mom, his wife, passed away three years ago. If only he would find a mate or someone to date and be happy with she thought. She made her way to the bathroom. She must wash up, after all she did shed a few tears on her walk over here. Then she would call a cab and go home. Passing by her dad's bedroom she noticed that. Having shampoo bottles and coke bottles in my room was easy, but when they weren’t big enough anymore having greased up one and two liters bottles and even baseball bats in my room was a little hard to explain if ever questioned. I found my best girl toy, which I still use today, while I was riding a 2 liter coke bottle one night. It was right in front of me this whole time, why had I not seen it before. I quickly raised up off my little coke friend, grabbed the jar of Vaseline I had my mom. He pushed them further apart. His fingers pulled her lips apart. A finger traced her clitoris, urinary opening, and then pried her further open so that Skip could see within her vagina. The gentle stimulation was pleasant. Amy relaxed. ‘You are very small down there. How deep do you go? How does it work?’ For the next ten minutes Amy quietly explained how the insides of a woman were designed to give pleasure, and to produce children. She went on to say that she was on the pill, so she could. Suddenly I lost it and kept my head between her legs just touching her crotch. I could literally smell the juices coming out of her love pot (she got aroused). I had my eyes closed and I was enjoying the moment. After about fifteen minute she told me to get up as the massage is completed, when I got up my erection was clearly visible, she was surprised by the size of it, then gave me a naughty smile and ran off to the washroom to wash her hands, I waited outside the washroom for ten minutes.