She nuzzles in my neck and her breath on my neck stirs me up. It's an unwanted reaction but it happened. I start to get hard. I'm in sweats and she no...ices. I'm like, Oh crap! She doesn't move. I don't move and try to think of things to make my cock calm down. "Bad cock!" But I can't talk it down. I just keep thinking stop this it's not right. She giggles and asks, "You sure like this don't you G'pa?" I tell her that it's just a natural reaction to having her breath blow across my neck and. I liked it when he was playing with my clit though. Before the end of summer, he was sleeping in my room most nights, alternating between fingering me and playing with my clit, jacking himself off with my hand. Eventually I started doing it on my own, without his hand to guide me. I dont know how this was allowed, but my mom never said anything. He didnt try pulling my pants down for awhile. When I turned 10, I guess he thought that was all I needed. The night of my birthday, while we were in. "You a cop?" she asked. "Do I look like one?" he answered. She shrugged her bare brown shoulders. "Who does nowadays." "I'm not. Are you?" "Do these look like the tits of a cop?" she asked and opened her shirt wide enough to quickly reveal modest sized breasts. She slipped into the car and he drove off. She told him that she had a room nearby where she conducted business unless he another location in mind. She reached over and placed her hand on his erection, squeezing it gently. "You are. I did want to reach in between us and squeeze it, but I thought I'd better not. The fingers in my pussy knew I’d cum but were still going in and out. They kept going even when the train stopped in the next station, and shortly after that I came for a second time. That time I did manage to stop any noise escaping from my mouth, but it was difficult.The fingers stopped and just stayed inside me for a minute or so, then pulled out. I felt them being wiped on my backside as the hand withdrew. The.