I was stillpopular with the girls because I was understanding and caring andsomeone they could confide in, but now the boys had a healthy respectfor m... as well. It was the summer before high school. I was 14yrs old. We had moved toa new house and I was exploring the basement of the house moving somethings around and I discovered a box of my mothers the top readyounger clothes. I opened it discovered lacy panties and bras, fancyslips and garter belts, nylons and some very sensuous dresses. I. After a lot of fumbling I was close to giving up in frustration and embarrassment, this was clearly a very bad idea and I was just making a complete idiot of myself. I pushed and prodded but to no avail. . . ‘This is just not working Wendy, I just can’t . . .’ ‘Just relax babe, here let me help’ she said as she reached down and took a firm hold of my penis. I felt her point the head a little further down and then rub it backwards and forwards along what felt like a wet groove, I groaned as I. He would run his hands under her shirt and massage her tits then twist and pull the nipples before he would lift her shirt and start to suck them.Last night he stood her naked in front of the mirror as he got behind her and let her watch in the mirror as he rubbed and lifted her tits. He pulled on the nipples watching them grow in the mirror. He would flick the nipples with his fingers to see them get hard. He loved to pinch them making them sore so he could lick them and make them feel better.. ’ Hoffman smiled in reply as he led them into the main foyer and the escalator. And as the lift slowly made it’s way to the twelfth floor, Hoffman took the opportunity to scan his eyes over Saskia. He liked what he saw and realised that he had never had the pleasure of such a young woman in ages. Harry was too busy watching the numbers flash on the board. ‘How many floors does this place have?’ he asked. ‘Eighteen. I’m on the twelfth.’ Hoffman replied just as the lift stopped and the doors.