Okay," I shrugged, but Mom saw the confusion on my face and I guess that was why she was up there in the first place, to explain what she meant."Now t...at you're getting older, boys are going to like you more," Mom said. "If they don't already." I think they kinda do," I giggled and mom was smiling."I think they do too," she said. "So you know what I mean. You're already so pretty and you're just going to get prettier. Your boobs are going to grow some more, you're going to get taller and more. ‘Did you know that every time you’re hungry, you start biting your lower lip? And I can tell when you really like something.’ He gave a shaky laugh, his nerves unsteady. ‘Your eyebrow starts twitching and you fold your arms to feign nonchalance but there’s that twinkle and that twitch and it gives you away.’ He stopped for a while, temporarily crippled by the wave of affection the words drew out. ‘And…and you’re a bag girl. You’re such a bag girl. When we’re walking past women you never check. Her hand slipped to the base and brushed against my balls and then she grabbed my cock in her hand. I watched intently as her hand formed a fist and she slid it up the whole length of my eight inch cock. It was the first time it had been touched in this state by anyone other than me. I started to tremble. My lips quivered as I watched Miss Evans stroke my cock. The sensations were unbelievable; a hundred and fifty percent more intense than when I did it at home under the bedclothes. I found. It was roughly 2:30 now and the Friday movie was almost over. Being that late Cinemax turned into Sknimax. Between the joint and the tits on screen I was sporting quite the boner, which was clearly visible through my gym shorts. My dad’s girlfriend started chuckling “so you like what you see there, ya know if you wanted to I wouldn’t be opposed to letting you see the real thing.” I was somewhat started by this and I asked her what she meant by that. Her response was blatant as she took a.