She left it there, keeping a small portion of her buttocks free to breathe air.And then, she looked back at me. I’m pretty sure I did it in time. Ju...t when her head began to turn twist in the opposite direction, I panicked, afraid her awareness of my presence would give her pause, so I snapped my eyes closed, pretending I had fallen asleep as I sometimes do when we watch movies at night. I waited for what felt like six eternities before I opened them again and my heart skipped a beat. She must. Her tits sagged, but not terribly. She had a bit of a pouch for a belly and blue veins running up her thighs. Her pussy was bald. I asked her if she shaved it, she did. Just writing this I’m getting hard thinking about her. I laid Jeanie on the bed and climbed up next to her. We kissed and I felt her hand on my cock again. My mouth made its way back to her nipples and hand between her legs. I felt her smooth mound as my finger found it’s way to her clit. Gently I started to rub it. I was seeing things, and feeling things that if my parents found out I would have been in loads of trouble. For example, girls at school would come in, during the warmer months, wearing clothes that were showing more skin than usual. Their little tits would be visible in some of them and I couldn't really keep my eyes off of some of them. I noticed that I would get hard while looking at them. I eventually discovered masturbation. It felt so good to masturbate while In my minds eye I saw those. They shared a moment, him barely breathing before she looked away, just arching her back a little bit and pushing her chest out. He couldn't stop himself from looking, taking in the full shape and perky form of her breasts, pushed up delightfully by the lacy bra."Why are you staring at my tits?" she suddenly said in a firm tone, looking straight at him. His eyes instantly snapped up to meet hers as he panicked on the inside, his brain screaming at him how he was busted and that he should've.