I am left high and dry. Please touch me, my lad’. Saying so, she took my hands in her own and rested them on her breasts. I delicately pressed her ...reasts. At this age also, they were firm. Mom encouraged me to go ahead. I took her nipples in my fingers and pressed them hard. Mom moaned, ‘oooooch! Don’t be so harsh, mahesh. Take it easy’. Now i was kneading her nipples and pressing her boobs. She asked me to get up and sit. When i sat, she said, ‘mahesh, want some milk?’ when i nodded, she. With me moving out of the area I didn’t see Diane again, although I often think about her, you’ll see why.Back to my true story, Diane had an older sister Hazel, she was 15 and quite popular with the boys, Diane and I couldn’t see what they saw in her, but then if we, or I was older, then I might.Diane knew as little about sex as I did and nothing untoward ever happened, that was until that summer. We used to play down the small wood over the road from where we lived, Diane thought it was her. My daughter seemed to study her reflection. Evidently pleased by what she saw, she smiled as her hands started to move, her fingertips grazing her belly in a sensuous caress. I could see Sarah's nipples standing out hard and erect, the areolae reddened and needing her touch. She reached up with both hands and cupped her breasts, fingers stroking and tweaking her hard, aching nipples, sending pulses of pleasure to her horny center. Watching her as she watched the image of her nude body in the. Pulling my cock backwards, Sasha began to lick and suck it whilst gently squeezing my balls. I of course became quickly aroused and started dripping pre-cum from the tip of my cock, which Sasha greedily gobbled up as soon as it appeared. “Stay like that and don’t move” Sasha commanded. Following her instructions, I stayed exactly as I was. From the other side of the room I heard the clasps of Sasha’s suitcase snap open. A few minutes later I could hear Sasha walk back across the room to where I.