I put my weight on my elbows. I meet his hips as well, starting a rhythm between us. Our speed increases as well as the pleasure that comes with it. H...s movements become harder and faster. He holds my hips to move them to meet his pace. He kisses me feverishly. I return the favor with the same intensity. Our moans and skin slapping against each other is the only thing in the room. We grind on each other. His hardness pulsates inside me. “I’m so close. Faster,” I whisper. I can feel us both. The idea was obvious. If I wanted to see how big Peter really was, I needed to get him aroused. And if I wanted to get him aroused, I had to show him my boobs.I knew I could do it because I often did it unintentionally. It happened mostly to young teenage boys. I would be wearing a low cut blouse and accidentally bend over in front of them. Or sometimes it happened just by wearing something tight across my chest. It was as if they had never seen a girl with such a big chest before. I would. I called Mark's home. His mother, Donna, answered and I gave her a summary of Mark and Tiffany's coupling. I heard her shout, away from the phone, "Mark, come here!" Then she said, "I'll have George get back with you," and hung up.About two hours later, Mark was at the front door, trailed by George. Mark had a hangdog appearance, his hands thrust into his jeans pockets, a guilty, embarrassed expression on his face, his eyes focused on some insignificant item on the ground."Go ahead, son. Tell. Mm..owwie…” “The ginger root is starting to burn isn’t it Brandon?” Eddie taunted him. SMACK! “Fuh-four” SMACK! “Five” SMACK! “Sa-six”“ahh ooww yes yes sir!” Brandon cried out. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Brandon counted those three off too, beginning to really cry. “Are you,” SMACK! “ever,” SMACK! “going to have sex,” SMACK! “in my house again!??!” SMACK SMACK! Eddie asked him as he thoroughly hit from the bottom of Brandon’s back, to the tops of his knees.“NO S-SIR!!” Brandon yelled and choked,.