She smiled and went back to straddle his lap. He grasped her breast again in his hand massaging them as they shared another kiss. Her hand fondled his...cock again stroking it against her wet pussy teasing him. She would slowly press down onto the cock head letting it insert just a little bit before rubbing it against her clit making her moan just a little as she slowly started to insert him into her really tight wet hole. He groaned at the feeling of him pressing against the tightness. He moved. "She stopped both her stroking and the vibrator, and moved around the bedagain. I heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing. As I lay,almost crying with frustration, she put a blindfold over my eyes.Another movement, the sound of soft footsteps, and the light came on."Now I can see you, my slut - dressed for a good fucking and waiting forme. You don't even care who's fucking you any more: just like a cock-hungry whore."It was true - I didn't care. I wanted so badly to see her but. First I looked across her hips and the wonderful flat expanse there. Knowing what was just below and also inside of her there, I held back from the urge to reach out to her and stroke her intimately.I let my eyes wander up and her breasts came into view. Like the rest of her, I had not seen her except in the dimness of the Tree House. I’d seen her with my hands so I knew the shape and texture of her breasts but seeing is more than believing.They were rounded, not pointed, with only a hint of a. "What I mean, Scott and Matt, is have either of you ever had sex with a woman?" We both got embarrassed and didn't say anything. "I will take it by your silence that means no...right?" We both said right. "So how can you fantasize about having sex with those women if you don't even know what it is like?" "I...I don't know mom." "Have either of you ever seen a live woman naked or gotten a blow job or gone down on a woman? Well answer me." "No mom." "No Amy." "So neither of you can even fantasize.