"Mrs. Bryant, I don't know if you know our distinguished alumni. This is Robbie Tate," he said nodding at my favorite redhead. "Varsity football and b...seball, the recent play contest and one of the best GPA's in the high school."Mrs. Bryant smiled. "I'd have to live in a cave not to know about Monster Girl. I think both my boys have crushes on her." Mrs. Bryant has two boys in the middle school," Mr. Hollowell explained. "Dalton is an eighth grader and Michael is in sixth. Then she has a girl. “I dare you to show me how you stroke your cock when you masturbate,” Brady’s mom said.Brady grabbed his cock in a firm grip. He stroked the shaft of his cock from the tip to his balls. God, it felt so good. “That’s good, honey. Now, I want to watch you rub just the head of your cock. I want to see you squirm,” Brady’s mom said.Brady wasn’t sure what she meant by the “see you squirm” comment. He let his hand slide up to the head of his cock. By now his cock was leaking pre-cum non-stop. . I sat up, and started to undress Brandi. I pealed her tank top off, then her bra, i kissed and sucked on her breast, then licked my way down to her stomach, i kissed it, then un buttoned her jean shorts, i slowly pulled them down her long legs, then i put my mouth at the top of her panties, and with my teeth i pulled them down. I looked at Brandi her were eyes closed and she was breathing heavily, i heared Jason "Brandis brother" say oh i almost forgot i bought you two something. It was a strap. ‘What can I get for you today?’ he says, standing at the cash register. His coworkers move furiously around him, and a long line of people behind me wait impatiently. We are alone again. We continue to kiss, to stroke, to pet each others’ upper body regions. He is rubbing my breasts, and I lightly run my fingers upon his rock hard stomach. I untuck his clean shirt, remove it from his body, and throw it upon the stove. It begins to burn, but I do not care. He does not either. I remove my cream.