I held his manhood again as we stepped out of shower.He thanked me for what I had done to him inside I just put a finger on his lips and kissed him ov...r the finger. It felt so romantic and appealing I pulled him towards the bedroom as now it was me who was seeking to encapsulated in him.I held his manhood and took him to bedroom, though I was tired with what happened since evening but still managed to show the spirit of being loved by someone so young and amazingly energetic. The feeling. He pushes two fingers into my sopping folds, past my lips, into my vagina. Once again he curls his digits, only this time they are inside me, searching. It works, I jerk forward, impaled on his probing hand. He rubs and thrusts. It's delicious. I'm not breathing right. I've forgotten our study, I want to push the books aside and haul him up, remove his lovely cock from within red corduroy trousers and feel him slide inside me. My mouth is open, my stomach muscles beneath my singlet feel so. Moments later theywere unzipping the dress, even as I was astonished to see my chestchanging, two areas swelling as if I were growing... breasts? I openedmy mouth but said nothing, fearing another assault. They put me intosnug, high-cut panties and a bra with tiny cups. Then elastic-topstockings went over my hairless legs. A got a look at a full-lengthmirror and was rattled to see how unmanly I appeared, my genitalscompressed almost to invisibility by the tight lingerie.Next they made me. I didn’t like the way he looked down her shirt when she was looking at me. Not emotionally anyway. I was a little turned on for some reason and maybe that was the positive vibe she was picking up.After a while he would pretend to take more shots but would be pouring them into his warm beer glass in a way where mom couldn’t see him do it. I could, but he knew i wouldn’t say anything. Mom kept drinking, thinking she was keeping up with him. After a while of this her words were hard to understand.