“What now?” I grinned. “I’m starting to like it when you blush.” “Well.” She sputtered. “You licked me, right?” “Yes.” I answere..., not sure where this was going. “Did you like it?” She queried. “Yes, a lot.” I chirped. “Why, do you want me to do it again?” “Yes, I mean no, OH!” She spat. “I would like it, but not now, I have another question.” “And.” I teased. “Has anyone ever done that for you?” She asked. “You mean a blowjob?” “No, why?” I questioned. “Can I?” She plead. “Knowing how it made. I could smell her perfume, and looking down I had an unrestricted view of her deep cleavage. Then she tucked her legs up, her thighs gleaming, and my penis stiffened painfully. All I ever wore in bed was my pyjama trousers, and Mum sighed and ran her hand over my bare chest.'You're lovely and smooth, darling — your skin is so soft — it feels wonderful... 'Why didn't I put my hand on her leg, or reach into her dress to fondle her breast, or kiss her?Looking back, it was obvious that she was. Since my period had started,I'd convinced Mom to let me use the Internet to research menstruation,feminine hygiene, etc. And Sophia had given me a book about pubertyfor young teens that Mom had given her a couple of years earlier.Between those, and the TG fiction I'd read online (not the most reliablesource), I sort of knew what to expect from a pelvic exam, and wasn'tlooking forward to it; but I knew it was something every girl went through(at least every girl lucky enough to have decent. ”“I'm sorry.”“I've got a few months, then I'll apply again. I could rewrite my essays in Northern California while I stump for a state senator.”She resumed her rubs. “Then that's what we'll do. Together.”“That was easy.” He sank into the mattress.As Jed brushed the hair off her forehead, Abbey pointed at the actors’ slow thrusting on the screen. “We could do better than that.” Her caresses moved to his waistband.Jed perked up. “You ready to try? Even though you're scared about your.