"Is that....? Yes it is! I think we may get a show, man!" Jake whisperedSasha, getting wetter by the second, slid away from her desk and preceeded o...er to close the other blinds and to change the "OPEN" sign to the opposite. She locked the door and walked back to her desk to sit down. Sliding her chair back, she propped her smooth tanned leg on the edge of the desk. Not knowing of her eager audience in front of the window aside her desk, she slips her hand into her thongs under her skirt. She. ”“Today?” She couldn’t believe that he would even suggest it. “I’m sure you have more experience at this kind of thing than I do Bart. Do you know of any place that would make sense?”“Yes, take the Garden State Parkway to the Clark exit, there’s a Motel 6 there. How soon can you leave Aggie?”She was dripping. He was exactly as she remembered him, pure male, a sexual animal. “I’ll leave in ten minutes ... Are you hard Bart?”“What do you think Aggie? Are your panties wet?”“YES...”“Don’t change. I had sucked her breast and she had "An orgasm" on it, and it made her feel good so I wanted to keep pleasing her and making her feel good.My mother seemed now to be making situations which made our "breast play" more likely to happen. When we had our "breast play" she never touched me sexually and I accepted that what I did to her breasts was my allowance. However, one morning things changed again. I was passing my mum's bedroom to go downstairs when she called me in. She said, "Come in and. I need him in me. I need him to stretch me and fill me and leave a bit of himself in me. I use my fingers to ease his boxers down, and he lifts his hips slightly so I can get them off. When they are off, he settles back in and I am treated to my first glimpse of his firm member. It is just the right size, just the right width, with a glistening drop of juice at its tiny hole. I kiss my way down his stomach and, with a feather light lick across his tip, I take the salty juice. I continue to lick.