As soon as my pussy hit the water I new that this might have been a mistake. I was so worked up and those jets pushing all that water out at me was j...st to much to resist. I slide all the way into the water and positioned one of the jets so that it was thrusting the water directly at my pussy. Oh, my god, it felt so wonderful. Not having a cock in my pussy for almost a week, and now this fantastic rush of warm water bouncing off my clit and into my cunt was just too much. I started to moan. I felt more warm moist flesh. Still I could not imagine what I was feeling, looked like. I wiggled my fingers and mother said, Thats itthats good. She began to stroke my penis faster and I began to move my finger in concert with her movements. Oh yes, she said as I began to move my mouth on her right nipple and my right hand on her left nipple at a comparable speed. She squeezed my penis a little tighter as she continued her rapid up and down stroking. For the first time in my life I felt. Fool around on my guitars. Not like, oh God, not WITH me.”“Oh shit, Girl,” I softly said after I remembered to breathe again. “That was kind of an important phrase you somehow omitted there, wasn’t it?” I started to laugh with her as that heart attack inducing question was cleared up.“Oh God, I’m sorry about that,” she said as we both restarted our journey to Mr. Campbell’s classroom. “So are you up for some guitar ... fooling around with me during lunch?”“Uh, that is a tempting offer Miss. Their fleshy meat slips and slides with precum leaking ever so sweetly over one another’s assets. “We like to get close and personal here at the farm. There is nothing sweeter than rubbing dicks.”Belle nods, simply giving the role model and murmuring agreement.“Mmm, your dick is sticky too.” Buttercup takes a long, deep sniff. “You smell like you’ve been fucking too. I like to go dirty after I fuck sometimes. It looks like you were heading for the shower though. Want a little company?”Belle is.