‘Come on, then let me see you play with that lovely cock of yours.’ I could see that it was beginning to get hard again and he was having trouble ...ontaining it under his hands.I took the vibrator and began playing it over my clit. Finally, Tom could resist no more and he began to massage his stiffening penis. I watched as he moved his hand up and down its length. He was well hung, I had not seen many cocks in the flesh, as it were, but his was certainly the biggest.‘Ooooh yes Tom, that is. She was enshrouded in satinsheets and enraptured by the feel of the silky, slinky, feel of herlingerie cosseting the bed linen.The feel of the gossamer-like garments against her sensitive fleshinvoked memories which pervaded her dreams.She dreamed of being William Styles, at home between school terms, alonewith his stepmother; his stepfather as usual away on some errand for BigTony.William stood in the doorway to his mother's bedroom watching her trimfigure; her back to him as she slid her. We sat in our knickers and loose fitting t-shirts, that way when we bent forward out tits, small as they were, could be viewed without much effort, mind you, our vision of what stuck out in front of our chests, contrasted with reality, as we were still at the age of flat-chested adolescence, but we felt like women and our nipples, when viewed, were at least, feminine.Attired as such, was done in the safety of either of our homes, the other girl in question my school chum Amber, (not her real. Mister Joachin's moans increased and did not stop; His hand was placed on mine and he set the rhythm of how I should move it, I was masturbating him,he was teaching me how I should do it.A transparent and viscous liquid was coming out of his cock, I did not know what it was, it was nothing like I had ever seen. So, the curiosity to know what that liquid was led me to touch the tip of his cock and uncontrollably and put it in my mouth, it was insipid without flavor, Mister Joachin's voice cut me.