I laid her in her bed and pulled the sheets over her. I kissed her on her forehead."I love you," I said and hurried to my classes.We didn't talk about...it and I continued treating her the same way, but without any explicit sexual interactions throughout the following week. On Monday evening she sat in my lap. I ground our crotches together, but did not let it develop into a hand job.By Wednesday mom was climbing the walls with need. When I got home, mom was preparing lunch. Something was. "You said you were ready," she said laughing.Tiffany did things slowly to give me a chance to improve on my responses. I was amazed at how fluid she was with her hands and arms. She was very good. It made me feel like I didn't even know Tiffany."Do you want to come over to my place after school and practice your self-defense again?" Tiffany asked during lunch on Monday."I think I know it now," I said."You need to keep practicing until it's a reflex." I think I know enough." I can teach you. “So sexy,” he whispered loud enough for me to hear him, as he slowly unzipped his jeans, sliding his hand inside. I watched him intently as I rubbed over my panties a little more. His eyes never left my body as he pulled his cock from him pants and let it lay against his pants. I was no expert in the way of cocks, but I had a feeling that his was on the bigger side of the scale. He took his cock into his hand and slowly began to stroke it. I watched his hand move up and down the length of his. .he had been scheduled to have a release after two months, but Michelle had found his? line-writing? and chores rather sloppy, and had given him an indefinite extension, hoping that better behavior might come if the orgasms were held off.In the past five years, Hiram had actually only been allowed to jerk himself to orgasm twenty-six times, an average of about five times a year...Michelle of course tied him down and stroked him regularly, stopping over and over again just before he was able to.