"He closed his eyes as him mom continued rubbing his hard cock. Suddenly she stopped and he felt her hands undoing his pants. He was afraid to open hi... eyes, scared he' awaken and it would all be a dream. But he had to. He opened his eyes just as she was pulling the zipper down. "Jerry, I want you to feel good about yourself as a man. I know how to make you feel really good. Let's get you out of your pants." she said as she started pulling them down. Jerry stood up and she pulled them down. His. I couldn’t help but to be enamored with the way he guided my hand to touch and stroke it. Once I had the soft, slow rhythm down on my own, he reached between my legs. His exploratory gestures were delicate and appreciative like the way someone would stare at a piece of art to study and admire it. There was no rush to turn up the volume and play each other fast, hard and loud or to see how we could take each other to some new extreme edge. If ‘nice’ had a specific and narrowly-defined. He reached for a cup of water, and she drank deeply. He lowered her head, adjusted the blanket around her, and ensured that the burnt wound was exposed to the air. She settled into a slumber, jerking sporadically as she dozed. “Dammit!” Pierre muttered. That was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. He sought out his buckle, now cool to the touch. He hitched up his pants, and sat near the fire. He put more water on to boil for the bandages, using another canteen. Two left, so he had. Hooking my thumbs into the elastic of her small pink panties, I started to lower then, deliberately taking my time, slowly exposing her cute little muffin in all its perfection. The first thing to assault my senses was her sent. Light and sweet like the soap a little girl would use, but with a strong sent of arousal also. I bent my head down and lightly kissed the top of her slit and heard her sigh. She put her hands on my head and pulled me closer to her giving me the sure knowledge that she.