“Oh my God,” I thought to myself. What has happened here. There was a gleaming spot on my nipple and on the very tip of this boys tool, poking out...from his boxers. I quickly assessed the situation. The kid certainly did not have a wet dream on me but I did wonder how long he was humping my tit. I thought that maybe I should just grab it lightly and set it aside but the minute I put it between my middle finger and thumb Jesse began to hump in his sleep. His hard muscle kept coming at me and once. 'You have a great place here, honey'. I said looking around.'Yes, it was Moms' house, I inherited it when she died. What would you like to drink?'Whisky and soda please honey. Where's your bedroom?' I can be very direct when I'm feeling horny and my prick was dancing a samba downstairs.'She laughed and said, 'later sweaty, later.'She went over to the bar in the corner and mixed two drinks. I sat on the sofa and she the came over and handed me my drink.'There you are honey, I hope it's OK'.I. Why don't you all go back to sleep? Jenny thought, swallowing down the heavy piss-stream as if she were guzzling beer. The boy's piss was amazingly hot, and even more amazingly, she'd already gotten used to the taste of it. She'd ceased to gag, and she was even beginning to enjoy drinking the boy's piss. It couldn't be much worse than drinking his cum, and besides, the zinging of the piss through the boy's cock was for some reason causing a zinging sensation in her pussy-lips. She moved to. And it was still quite early. In a final attempt at resisting sleep’s inviting embrace, I did something I knew would keep me firmly rooted in reality.My hand slipped under the covers and slithered across my naked body until it reached my pussy. I began massaging my clit. A moan of delight floated past my lips. Two of my fingers slid into my wet slit. My eyes slowly closed and my breathing quickened. This was my first time masturbating since I had turned eighteen. It was bound to be a memorable.