She wiggles her hand deeper into her mouth, until her third knuckle is against her front teeth. Then she withdraws it. "I can't seem to make myself ga...." Let me see your hands."She holds out her hands, palms down. Both are wet with spit."I can see you've been busy," I say appreciatively, "but I'm afraid your fingers are not long enough. We should get started with the scope." No, wait! Can I try on your hand?" For what possible purpose?" To work up to it slowly," she pouts. "That's what you. She moaned as soon as I touched her. "I've been having dirty thoughts about my teacher and haven't had sex for over a week . That and his baby in my belly keeps tickling my insides makes me have to masturbate all the time." Then maybe I need to spank him instead?" I joked as I pushed my prick up inside her slick vagina from behind in one swift movement."Oh God, yes. Spank us both!" she gasped and shivered as I quickly began pounding her, smacking my hips into her ass with a loud smacking. After a few minutes of sucking and licking he lifted me up and said let’s have a look at you. He slowly lifted my t-shirt off and slowly took my bra off leaving my small B-cup breast bare for him to see, he then pulled my shorts down and slid off my pink silk panties to reveal the thin red down covering my swollen dripping lips and protruding little bud. He gently ran his fingers across my wetness and my knees gave way to the pleasure of my first touch by a man. He caught me and gently laded me. It didn’t look like any of us.” I could see a tears form in my father’s eyes. It always happened when he talked about Robby. I barely remembered him. He’d been my dad’s best friend in high-school, they were roommates in college and what I do remember was that he was always at our house, before he died. That was the only time I saw my father loose control, when he got the call about Robbie’s accident. Greta ended-up taking me into her room for the night, something she’d never done.