Later, his fingers in her crotch, now practically a cascade, he made her tell him her darkest, most secret fantasy. He'd finally let her cum. Not fro... his cock, or his fingers, or his tongue. But by allowing her to back up against his leg and grind herself against him shamelessly like a bitch in heat, and she brought herself off happily, wallowing in her need and the realization that this was pleasing him perhaps more than anything else. And then, without a word – he'd barely spoken at all. “I think it was kinda what happened with you two, we just clicked,” Christina replied. “Well when are to moving then Jeanette?” John asked. “Well maybe in a few days. It'll take us sometime to move all of my stuff over there, but it's not like we're just telling you literally right before we wanna do it,” Jeanette replied. “Well I gotta say I didn't see that coming just yet anyway. I had no idea you were bi-sexual until a couple months ago, then you are with her and now you want to move in with. The problem was there was no one but family around for miles, and I wasn’t willing to go that far yet. Once I had reached this realization, one of my few options was to try masturbation. I thought the first time should be a special experience, so I searched through the house looking for a suitable place. Eventually, I discovered an empty room. I initially planned to perform the act in the middle of the floor, but then I noticed a simply enormous wardrobe. It was quite a lovely thing, and. He was still watching me and I think he was jerking off while watching me. I laid there day dreaming of him coming out and fucking me. I thought I would be a good girl and give him a little more of a show. I just stood up with my top falling to the ground and I stretched my arms above my head. I than bent over got some oil and rubbed it on my arms and lower legs and one last time I poured oil into my hands and rubbed on my big teenage tits. This had to make her father horny as a goat, as my.