I had no interest and the fingers become useful for other activities as I soon discovered. But my favourite pastime was watching Anne in her daily dut...es. I loved the way she swayed her hips while dusting or working the vacuum. I don’t think at the time that she was aware of my interest. After all I was the polite son of church going parents. Later I think she enjoyed the attention and exaggerated her movements for my pleasure.Things came to a head one afternoon on her day off. My parents. The short stubble on his chin tickled my smooth skin and I bit my fingers to keep from screaming with pleasure - or was it pain? But the deep groans could not be helped, as the sensations made me curl and point my toes at the same time. My body was beginning to throb from the shifting sensations of extreme pleasure and the need for release. I had no idea what I really wanted, except that he must not stop what he was doing to me. Playing my body like his own little toy, he came back to soothe my. I'm not much older than you, after all! ", she winked at me and gave me a wicked smile. " I have to take your pajama bottom off now. But don't feel embarassed, sweetie! ", she said as her fingers clasped the waistband, already stretched by my growing hardon. Eventually, she managed to pull my pajamas over my hardening rod as I lay, breathless, mesmerized by the large orbs of flesh of her barely covered tits. They bounced slightly when she forcefully tugged at the waistband, exposing my. They break the gaze with the thing they are pretending to focus on two or three times in a row to look at your groin and that shit is a dead giveaway. It makes my cock twitch lewdly.The older one was also affected but you have to remember this was also her second opportunity to get to see my pervy dadcock. The first time I had no panties. The first time I thought she was going to hunt for those lumps forever. Funny thing about all this is I really do have lumps and erectile dysfunction and.