. I felt ashamed that i had gotten a woody from my mom, and in the same room with her, she glanced down at it and smiled and said i knew it, your very...well sized for your age. My face was red and i looked down at the ground, she grabed my face and told me that it was alright, that she had also been watching me explore myself and learn to masterbate and please myself. I felt ok with this, that she understood what i was going through. She asked me if i had ever touched a womans body, i said no,. He leaned over me and attacked my tits with his mouth and hands, his cock nestling between the folds of my pussy lips, I could feel it twitch and grow by the second. I threw my head back and moaned out, loving the attention he was paying to my sensitive mounds, he squeezed and pushed them together, his thumbs rubbing my nipples as his tongue lashed and licked aggressively, I was squirming underneath him, my heart beating out of my chest, my hands gripping the sheets before moving up to caresses. He'd move his hands up in slow motion, taking his time, feeling my hot body. Finally he would run his fingers trough my hair, holding my neck and looking right into my eyes, biting his lips while he decided whether to kiss me or not. So close I could feel his breath. I gently put my head on his shoulder close to his ear so he could hear me breathing fast and horny. As I danced, my short little black dress lifted up but I didn't pull it down, I just pretended I didn't notice. I knew that turned. Right now, even with spittle dripping down her chin and her eyes streaming tears, she didn't regret any of it. Benji gripped her close, her nose nearly to his pelvis, and held her there. Unable to breathe, Marissa's eyes rolled back in pure pleasure, her fingers stroking in tighter, more erratic circles; she humped the plastic cock faster, harder. She wanted to come so badly, but he'd said she needed to wait. Marissa was tingling, aching, nearly toppling over that edge, before Benji relented.