I'm leaning over him and he asks, "Can I touch your boobs? They're so pretty." Right then I had worked up to his groin, not quite to his dick, yet, so...I figured that within seconds I'd be gripping his cock, so why not."Yeah, after all they're almost in your face."He reaches up and begins to massage my breasts and circle my nipples with his thumb. It does feel rather nice (Who am I kidding? It was very exciting.) and I'm about to pour a bit more oil and start 'you-know-where.'No time like the. ButGive me a butterd bun, or cream pie an already cum filled pussy or ass and I can fuck it all night, cum repeatedly and often...It's not a psych out thing at all, it's a consistency thing.. If I cum in a slippery dripping hole, it keeps feeling the same as it did when I got there.++++To me it's a matter of friction.. I can stay hard and keep going, but once it's all cream pie, it gets slicker, giving less sensation.. It wouldn't be the first time I stuck my fingers or face in and "cleared the. She reached behind her back with one hand to undo the clasp under her blouse, while with her other hand she pressed against the cups of her bra. She seemed to manage it ok. She looked up at him finally, but held the bra to her breasts still."Let it down then," he asked her kindly.At first she wouldn't but then slowly she lowered her hand, and with it the bra. Her small little pointy breasts came into view, white with pink nipples, slightly hard. She slipped her blouse off and removed the bra. Mrs Howard pursed her lips, rested the hairbrush on Marsha’s bottom looked up at Ellie and said “I have agreed with your Mother that I will take responsibility for your discipline in future. Well actually for both you and her.” Ellie’s mouth dropped open. Mrs Howard continued “You will both have to behave in future or else suffer the consequences. If you are naughty you will get a spanking with this hairbrush and spend time in your bedroom facing the wall. Understood.