I tried calling her but my mom was a sound sleeper and she wouldn’t wake up very easily. It was very strange because I was feeling sexually aroused ...y that small touch. I had a hard-on. I wanted to masturbate right then in front of her. I thought of pulling over the car by roadside and masturbate with my mom besides me but I was afraid to do so. At last we reached home and mom was still asleep. I woke her up and she followed me inside. I was still very horny. All I wanted was to have sex with. Are they any good?” “Sure.” Matt tried to sound authoritative, trying to recall the last time he read one. “If you like that kind of thing.” Fliss giggled this time. “You sound more like a pictures guy. Just like all the rest.” The sigh she let out was animated and tension-releasing. She tried hard not to make her next words sound at all strained or awkward, knowing this was the key moment. “Come on then, show me what your favorite pictures are.” Matt eased next to. Cyn grabbed my fully engorged cock in one small hand and led me to her bedroom in the front of the building. The centerpiece of her room was a huge four post canopy bed that had to be half again the size of a California king in both directions and it had heavy dark green velvet curtains on all four sides so that if she wanted to she could narrow her world to that small area. We stopped at the side of the bed and kissed, somewhat hesitantly at first, but with more and more passion with every. His calls help but they are not his touch. I’ve been given no command to restrain yet I have. I am miserable, a constant throbbing in my pussy reminding me over and over how bad I need and want to cum. My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my phone, the tone makes me smile instantly.“Hello Sir, I miss you.”“I miss you baby girl, I won’t be away much longer.”“I’m glad to hear that Sir.”“Good girl, have you been taking care of yourself.” I know what he means, but I would like to see where.