Looking down at his lap, I could see that he was getting excited too. I reached over and started to caress the bulge at the front of his trousers, but...he pushed my hand away. "Why don't you pull that skirt up and show me what's under there?" he suggested. Feeling oddly shy now, I raised my skirt up my smooth thighs and bared my shaven pussy to him. "Show me what you'd like me to do to you" he said. Slowly, I parted my legs and reached down, feeling for the slipperiness. A soft moan escapes your lips, your hips slowly move as your hand reaches lower. I watch as your legs part, you bite your lower lip as your fingers finds your pussy. Your breath catches and you moan my name. I stop breathing. Did I wake you? Sighing in relief, I know I didn’t. My hand grips my cock, and I can’t help but want to moan with you, a long moan as my hand starts stroking, massaging my pre-cum into my rock hard member. Growling, wanting nothing more than to just walk up to you and flip. Before he cum .when he did it was not very much at all really he never made me orgasm and his cock was maybe 5 inches at the most when he was hard .sometimes I used to think he didn’t want to have me at all. And sometimes I would go into the shower and finish myself off because I was so horny . Sometimes I used to think I wanted to scream and shout at your uncle Vic because he would never lick my pussy never let me suck his cock and when he did finger me he never made me cum and I would be so. Jack gasped as Molly grabbed his soft cock and started tugging on it. She gave him a naughty look and he reached a hand between her legs too. She let out a cute little moan as he traced his fingers along her vulva, caressing her clit, then slipped a finger between her lips. Molly let out a little moan, stroking Jack's cock harder, and Jack could feel the blood rushing back to it.--"Oh yeah big brother, eat my pussy!" Presley called out at the pleasure. "Oh yeah, just like that!" she moaned as.