"Speaking of which, can I ask you a question?" she asked."Sure," he said."Well, last night I was ... ah ... well I was ... well, examining myself, I g...ess, and I felt something ... down there ... and I don't know if It's normal or not."Bob looked up. "I'm not sure I understand the question. Were you masturbating?"Brandy's face flamed red. "No. I mean I don't think so. I was just sort of feeling around and I felt this little bump and when I touched it, it felt like when you touched me, but I. Taking his member into his hand, he started pulling and stroking himself. As the bl**d rushed into his tube it expanded in girth and length rapidly. Still standing facing me , I reached out and wrapped my hand around his thick meat and he relinquished the stroking to me. Leaning back against the lockers, he closed his eyes and a low moan escaped his lips. I asked if he had a place we could go and continue in private. He told me he was free the rest of the day and lived close by. We dressed and. The movement set me off again. The waters of my orgasm had drenched the fabric, turning the vivid scarlet a dark and deep burgundy. He had me hold my mouth wide open and stick out my tongue while he wrung the drops of wetness from the cloth onto my stretched out tongue, and I drank of myself.He lay next to me, stroking my breasts and face with his feet. I tasted the thick skin of his dusky soles, and sucked his toes five at a time.Several minutes later he painted my ass crimson with his bare. It seemed though every time I would look at her and the spread between her hips it would begin to stiffen. That night I had a dream remembering her sitting on me and her holding my cock . I woke up to my first wet dream not knowing why, that went on all week . I started paying a lot more attention to Becky. She like the attention and I was really starting to like her more, She was starting to look prettier and more playful towards me. It was then when playing in the hay loft again wrestling.