I stood him up, and put his boxers down, to reveal his. I knew instantly that he was much bigger than I was. See, I was a very late bloomer, 16, and I...knew he had hit puberty around 13. He pulled down my boxers to reveal my 5 1/2 inch dick. I stopped him once more and made sure he knew what he wanted. He just smiled and started pumping it. It felt so good! Like nothing I had ever felt! Oh, of course I had jacked off a thousand times, and half of them had involved me thinking of Ryan, but this. He thought you would find it hot to be exposed in front of a room full of guys. This is what your husband wants. He thinks it’s really sexy.”I’m stunned. It takes me a moment to process this. I get up off the bed and wobble over to my phone in my high heels, not covering up enough. I grab my phone, text Ben: Really? You arranged an audience???He texts back immediately:Hell yes I did! This is my ultimate fantasy, babe! You are so gorgeous! So hot! Your body is incredible! You should do it. For. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked, "Im yours, Im yours" I moaned. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my tits bouncing while rubbing on his chest, my eyes rolled back from the massive amounts of sexual pleasure I was feeling and then the phone."Shit!" Dave said, and he sat with me on top of him on the couch. "Be silent" he grunted and he answered. It was my mom. I wanted her to know what I was doing to her boyfriend, so I slowly grind danced on his cock like a pole, making his voice change. He looked up at her for a moment, taking in her dark and silken hair, her complexion pale and pure like the snow outside. She had full, soft lips and deep, mysterious eyes that shone down at him in the candlelight. You may stand, warrior. I am not my mother. I care little for such formalities. As the tired warrior climbed to his feet, the candle behind them guttered, as if disturbed by some sudden and sharp wind, then steadied again. The young noblewoman gazed upon him now in his full height,.