“Please make me cum, Howard… Please… I need it so bad…”Not yet. I know what you like. I move my hand further downward, and my questing, wet ...ingertip finds your twitching asshole. I rub it gently, and you twist in my arms and gasp. I move a second finger into your pussy as I slip my fingertip into your anus and move it gently around and around…I hold you close and give your clit that gentle but firm rhythmic pulse and slide that I’ve found you like best. I kiss you deeply and squeeze you to me. Then play with the shaft (which is much less sensitive than the head) before moving on to the top.Breast ObsessedYou've got them – don't forget to use them! Their size and shape don't matter – rub them over his chest and belly on your way down to the promised land. Drag them over his cock. Press his cock between them for a moment and try to reach it with your tongue. Slap your nipples with the head. Rub pre-cum over them. (You can rub the final cum over them, too, but we'll talk about that. "No you don't," Maggie replied and slid herself down to where her mouth was in line with my half erect cock, "I'm thirsty" she said just before putting the dick in her mouth and making an airtight seal. So, I peed. I drained my bladder entirely into my cousin Maggie's mouth - who didn't miss a single drop. 3 o'clock piss taken care of and I didn't have to move an inch. Maggie crawled back up where she'd been snuggling and sleeping and gave me a fragrant warm salty kiss before putting. If this is what it feels like to be a girland wear pretty underwear, then I was going to wear it from now on.Of course I didn't tell Mother of my discovery. I just felt like this wassomething special and I didn't want Mother thinking I was weird by wantingto wear those panties. Of course after a couple of days, I needed to washthem. I'd heard them some people hand wash their clothes, but by thistime, Mother had taught me how to use the washer and dryer, so I justdecided to wash 'my' panties.