Did he mean to make sexual innuendo or was he just oblivious to the overtly sexual remark he had just made. If he had winked I would have known he was...flirting outrageously. But he didn’t. He just looked at me and smiled. “When” I blurted out before he got on the bus. “I’m home most nights after school studying. Come round anytime” Justin said and he disappeared upstairs to the top deck. I stayed down below, left with my thoughts. And what thoughts they were.Justin Yardley had just asked me. Following breakfast, she went on to tell us how miserable her sex life had been with Dad, how selfish he was, how inconsiderate of her needs, etc. on and on about how, between her overly conservative mother and her uncaring husband she had become convinced that sexual pleasure for a woman was a myth.Not really the discussion that I ever thought I would have with my mother, especially at breakfast sitting at a table with my brother and two men who were, until last night, complete strangers.. He smiles at her as he reaches with one hand and opens her blouse her large breasts spring free her nipples already engorged as his fingers play over them, she opens her eyes briefly to see the truck drivers giving her appreciative looks, she pushes a button and reclines back in her seat to give everybody a better view, hitches up her dress her feet on the dashboard placed as far apart as she can, his fingers trace down her body she pulls he lips open and his fingers slide in her wetness . He didn’t say anything but I could hear his breathing was ragged and his heart was beating quickly.“Sit back on the bed, baby,” I told him and he did as he was told.I pulled his sweatpants and boxers off of his hips and down to the ground revealing his hard cock, which sprung forth towards me, quivering with each heartbeat. Other than when I walked in on him a week ago, I hadn’t seen his cock since he was a baby but it was quite large up close, larger than his father’s, and I became very.