I never had the courage to ask her out. So to keep my feelings under control I would "Pleasure" myself to her at home to keep me from exploding. She w...s my age 14 and had the perfect butt. I mean it was just perfect and her breast weren't large they were small but definately noticable. She had dirty blonde hair with streaks in it.So I was sitting there in the locker room getting dressed thinking of how I should play out the tutorials thing. When my friend Dillon comes up and says "So I here you. “Honestly, Molly, I have no idea. What do you think?”“Wait a stinking minute!” Molly exclaimed. “Your father, as you call him, is the Duke of something-or-other, isn’t he? The hero of the RAF during the Battle of Britain?”“You have the right one,” Ann admitted. “He’s Air Vice Marshal Sir Donald Whitfield, VC, DFC, KCB, 12th Duke of Northumbria, and a very close friend of Her Majesty. His wife, Duchess Marion, is the Queen’s closest friend.”Molly asked her to wait a moment; she wanted to confer. His hands seemed to be everywhere and once and they were touched all the right places. Oscar guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and slowly slid in. I was so comfortable in his arms and wet from all the foreplay that entry was easy. Once inside me, he stopped and asked me how I am doing. I tilted my head back and smiled. He kissed my nose. I felt him slide out slowly then back in. He was so gentle with me, slowly moving in and out. The love juices flowed like water from a tap. He. After sliding the first finger in, I started rubbing her clit, which elicited even more moans from her. Taking this as a sign to continue, I slid a second finger into her dripping wet pussy. As I kept moving my fingers in and out, her pussy kept dripping more and more of her juices. After only a couple minutes, I felt her pussy clench around my two fingers and a loud moan escaped her lips as she came all over my hand, as well as my jeans. As emma rolled off of me, Emma started apologizing.