He took her hand, asked, “your bed or mine?” and led her to the stairs. Her reply in hardly a whisper, “yours…” it was a step too far to be ...n Jim`s bed…He led her to his room, like a lamb to the slaughter, following her son to his bed… her altar.Beryl had left her door open and silently watched her mother pass, led willingly to her brothers bed… it was awesome, and her hand slid to her already damp crutch. In his room he turned and saying that he had dreamed of her for ever, giving herself to. . well, no, not exactly bothering me, it’s more . . .oh, I don’t know.’ She shrugged her shoulders which set her bosom rippling. I then realised Veronica wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her skimpy top. Quite unusual for her. ‘Want to talk about it?’ I asked. ‘Oh, I don’t know Richard, I really don’t know.’ She paused briefly and virtually whispered: ‘But I think I should, to be fair.’ Veronica had bowed her head again and was staring into her tea cup. I was concerned because, in the past few days,. At that moment she stopped me and took her top off. She got on top of me, not even bothering to take her red lace panties off.“Hmmm, seems someone is happy just seeing the top half of me naked, was this part of your dream?” she asked.“Not quite but close enough,” I replied with a grin across my face.Then she did something unexpected and started stroking my rock hard cock between my shorts and in one tug, took my shorts and briefs low enough for my cock to spring out. It sprang up in front of. Everyone knew. God, he hated himself for telling. Why the hell did he have to tell? Knowing his friends, they'd probably go up to her and ask her if it was true the first chance they got. She'd hate him then, definitely hate him if she didn't already.First period Spanish on Tuesday this guy Chad came in and said to him, "Hey Matt--I just saw your senior girlfriend. So you guys going out or what?"Shit, she's here! he thought. "No," he said, exasperated."Why not?" Shut up... "That's what it was.