She offered to make me some hot cocoa, and we sat sipping our cocoa at the kitchen table as she asked me about school. We talked very little, as norma.... My mom rarely said anything, and neither of us seemed to mind silence, but she always gave me space to talk if I was so inclined. My mom was real good that way. When she was satisfied that nothing was wrong, that I simply didn’t feel like running in the wet, damp, cold day, she suggested a nice, hot bath. One of the nice things about the new. . tastes like honey, kumquats and something funkier I can't place.Now I move my attention an inch upward, my tongue drawing a circle around her hard little clitty. As my mouth closes around it I reach up and hold her breasts, cupping them and then squeezing the nipples firmly, varying the tension on them as I mix up my ministrations on her various pussy parts. She is writhing with pleasure.I keep working on her for a few minutes, her moans gradually getting more insistent, her skin getting. Lanjadanni gudda dengara antu vaadu kooda pookuloki sulli kodutunnadu pookulo guddalo na pellanni okesari dengutunnaru tapak tapak tapaak aabbba ooosssssss aahhhh ooommmm antu speedga dengutunnaru saleem gadu pookulo stokes istunte na pellam sandlanu saleem gadi notiki andinchi cheekara adi tattukoleka potundira na pellani sandlu cheekutunnadu 12” moddalato na pellam pooku sukapadutondi ani anukonnanu evrikaina alanti moddalato aadadi denginchukovanukuntundi kaani naa modda chinnaga untundi. “Noooo please don’t,” she begged. “Why were you spying on me?” I asked. “I um…err… well I have never seen a real penis before,” she stammered. “You have to be over twenty, how can you have not seen a dick before today? I asked incredulously. “I have always gone to all girl schools, even college,” she said again looking at my still half hard cock. “Why on Earth are you wearing that heavy sweater in May?” I asked. She turned crimson. She turned to run but I caught her collar and yanked her.