A few days later, they were together again and soon got into a habit of dating and sex. Which is when it started to take a turn.After sex, she always...did that thumb thing to him. Sucking him clean like a cock, and it would get him aroused again. So much so they would soon be fucking like bunnies once again in under an hour.The second time they came, and they were laying there, she rubbed her thumb up and down his dripping shaft and then stuck her thumb into his mouth to suck. It was. It all started when I was getting ready for bed. My mother came in to braid my hair for the night or it tangled to much when I slept. When she finished I stood and she saw the wet spot on the back of my nightgown. Recognizing what it was, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom. Look at what you did! she ranted at me as she pulled the nightgown from my body and showed me the blood on the back. Horrified, I stared at it and felt tears running down my cheeks. Im sorry mother. I didnt. My mistrust, at the time, was my excuse for watching him. In truth, my jealousy towards every aspect of him, his youth, his good looks, him being taller and more muscular than me, his confidence which he seemed to exude...was actually a budding admiration. Moments later he was walking towards the door where I stood.I felt my heart rise up in my throat as he stood in front of me and looked into my eyes. For a moment I felt like he was seeing into me, and I quickly felt the urge to look away.. The nipples were hard. I worked one of them into my mouth and zeroed with the eagerness of a kid in a candy store. I placed my hand on to the other and squeezed it firmly. She grabbed my hair with her hand so that I continued.Her eyes were closed, but her expressions showed how deeply she was enjoying this. She was like an instrument to play, so finely tuned. When I touched her, she made the most glorious sounds – raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure. My tongue trailed down to.