She could feel the barely contained energy of an orgasm building inside her, growing stronger by the second. Her right hand came to rest on the back o... his head, and she used it to unconsciously guide him to the center of her pleasure. She began to shudder as his tongue flicked over her clit, keeping her just below the point of no return. It came upon her in a rush, a hot wave of energy that swept through her, and then crashed back down into her sex. She couldn’t contain the loud whimper that. She told me that as soon as I was finished with my chores she wanted me to come in the house and come to their bedroom. "We're way over due about teaching you and your sister about sex," she said almost apologetically. "Your sister will be leaving for college soon and we need to teach you both about sex." A small flash of reluctance went through me as I was hoping, when I finished my chores, that I could go into my bedroom and jack off to relieve the sexual tension that I always felt. Lately I. She scrambled for the money, like a whore. Sandra called Candy into the room. Candy entered wearing a silky robe. He hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing her mothers black heels. Bob was getting hard just looking at her… he knew she would enjoy this next experience. Sandra slinked out of the room and kissed Candy on the cheek on the way out. Candy was standing in the doorway, she was shaking and started to cry. Come sit next to me Candy, Bob said, motioning to the couch. I would’ve loved to be able to turn on the jets and feel them pulsing against my clit as I typically do whenever I’m in the tub. It sure beats a shower massager any day! The only problem was that the pump is loud and it would’ve surly alerted them that something was going on next door. Fortunately the system always runs to slowly to circulate the water and there was just enough flow for me to feel it against my sensitive clit if I moved up close to the nozzle. I lifted my left leg up on the.