”“Let me turn the light on and you can see how big it isn’t.”“NO! I don’t want to see it. I can feel it pushing between my thighs. We shou...dn’t even be doing this. This is the last time I let you talk me into getting naked. I think it’s perverted.”“It’s not perverted, it’s what boys and girls do.”“Maybe when they are older. We aren’t old enough yet.”“Yes we are. Please can I put it in, just the head of it that’s all.”“It has a head? It doesn’t have eyes and a nose too?”“No, but it does have a. Then she came near me & said its ok. But dont do or think it in future.& kissed my cheek. We hugged & i say ok mom. & kissed her back. She smiles naughtily.Then we parted.She done her job at kitchen. & we went to hall. We wait for my sis. Then i ask her…Me: Mom did u ever watch BFs???Mom little surprised but prepares herself quick as we r very frank now…Mom: 3-4 times but little little…Me: how u find them???Mom: Not well. But little nice…Me: wow! Do u wish to see more???Mom again shockingly. I needed to watch her fingers rotating around her clit, it was calling me! Her breathing was snatched and ragged, groaning obscenely as her left hand squeezed her tits and she ground her hips into the soft mattress. My mind almost didn't comprehend what sums I was supposed to be doing; my focus was on the debauchery in front of my eyes.She squealed, her legs spread lewdly as she revelled in the decadence of the moment. I could not resist and my hands inched towards my cock. I needed to play. You must always carry a parasol in this sun. Take little steps, Lulu. If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Girls must always be demure. What's demure? It means being always quiet, always soft of voice, always calm, always pretty in a way that does not show off that one is pretty. And always well-mannered. You will be a demure young lady, Lulu. That day, the soldiers and cowboy guns and the old tricycle, and just about everything else as well, went away to.