Michael took a few sips of tea and then he looked at her and said:"May I ask you a candid question, Elizabeth? You are a young, attractive woman, why ...o you wear clothes that make you look so much older than you are?"She looked a little flustered, still, partly because she wasn't used to this degree of candour, and partly because of how the fixed gaze of Michael's penetrating blue eyes and his warm smile was making her feel."Well, I, I suppose because I'm not used to buying clothes. My mother. Without speaking, he motioned for me to follow and led me to his bedroom. Still not speaking he pointed at the floor. He had that little glint in his eye that short guys often have when a guy my size is submissively on my knees at his knees. With shaking fingers, I reached for his crotch. When I lowered his zipper, opened his fly and pulled his pants down his semi-hard dick was poking through the front of his boxers. Even flaccid I knew I wouldn't be disappointed. He moaned, "Uuuugh," as I. I had an ex-girlfriend who did it to me a few times, but not like that. That was…a total turn-on.”“Well, I liked making you feel good,” she said. “Now, what do you have for us to masturbate to today?”“Let me see…” I found a photo set of a girl labeled “Britney” – she had C-cup tits that hung low, with big nipples and areolas. She had most of her hair around her vagina trimmed, and a big, fleshy labia stuck out from the middle of her slit. “What do you think of her?” I asked as I skipped through. Once I felt his hand I spread my legs wide. I was willing to let him do to me whatever his heart desired. At the same time, my hand reached over and grabbed his erection. It was sticking straight up and I found out later that he was sporting a six-and-a-half inch hard-on which I loved the way it felt in my hand. I began rubbing my thumb over the head of it and he closed his eyes again. I must be doing something right! Every now and again I would grab his shaft at the base and began going.