She had her nipples squeezing in both her hands now as she milked herson, slowly, luxuriously. Bringing him soo close to the edge and thenbacking off... as he bucked and pushed with his hips but not trying topush her head back as most men would if he dated them. Frankie knew hisorgasms, their quality and quantity, was totally up to his mother, andhe also knew hers were up to him, because she had trained him to holdon until she was ready to break before exploding inside her. Playing up and. ? Jocelyn's tall, lean, muscular body towered over him.? With her long legs, her heeled boots, and the position he was in, Jocelyn's neatly trimmed bush was positioned just above Steven's head.? Grabbing a fistful of Steven's hair and pulling his head back, Jocelyn stepped forward and positioned her sex right over Steven's mouth.? "You pathetic scum, you know what to do, worship your superior!"? As Steven went to work in this little game and Jocelyn thought about the nature of her emerging. She stopped and pulled back a little bit. Then she leaned down and as she kissed me she pushed down hard and I broke through her cherry as she impaled herself all the way on me. I think she even surprised herself as she screamed into my mouth. She held still and hugged me very tightly for a few minutes but then ever so slowly she started to move her hips. It was just a few millimeters at first but she was picking up steam quickly. Within another minute she was slamming herself up and down on. My dick sprung to life, "I'm fifteen, of course!" I replied. "Well I've been wanting to do something for a while, but I've been waiting for the right guy. Your so funny and cute, I think your him." she told me blushing to the point she looked like a tomato. "Umm...." I responded struck by what she has just said. "You know what never mind, forget that ever happened!" she told me. "No it's ok. You can do everything and anything you want to me, as long as it ain't gay." I said. She looked me dead.