What she was really doing was watching for her mother to be absorbed in her computer so much that I would remain unnoticed in the house. It worked lik... a charm. I scooted through to the bathroom undetected, and Samantha followed a minute later. As soon as she shut the door, she was on her knees undoing my fly again."Don't you have any patience?" I whispered."Not when I feel like this. I'm sooooo horny. Why didn't you finish me off in the basement?" Hey, this is about not getting caught, not. “Please? I’m so...so horny!” Now she was appealing to my better nature as much as to my raging erection. If I deprived her now, especially after she had been such a good and obedient girl, wouldn’t that be mean of me? She was gagging for it. I knew that if she began to touch me there, it would be a tipping point. My careful plans to ease her in were on the brink of the abyss. That begging in her eyes...how could I say no to this bundle of youthful lust? When she was pleading for me to be her. I began to jerk it, using mine and her pre-cum as lube. Grabbing her cock in my hand seemed to take me ten steps closer to orgasm in an instant. Her three fingers deep in my ass, her breasts pressed against mine, her eager tongue flicking around my mouth; and now the feeling of her pulsing cock in my palm was too much to handle. My ass began to tighten around her fingers and my prostate began to harden. I was about to cum. Aimee stopped working her fingers. I could barely contain my. I have never shaved down there and only a fine fuzz of baby soft hair covered my mound. My skin felt hot and a little moist and as my fingers explored the hidden folds of skin my body tingled and got hotter I tried to concentrate on one area especially because every time I touched it I felt a small jolt of pleasure. It felt like a little bead right at the top of the folds and the faster I touched it the longer the feeling stayed. It felt like I was building to something. I increased the.