"What do you think?" You're gorgeous." It was a truth that should have stayed hidden, but now both her body and my feelings were exposed. "But we stil... have to talk about your spending habits."She knelt on the floor in front of me. "Okay, what about them?" Your mother and I are worried that you don't respect the value of money. This outfit is beautiful, no doubt about that. It makes you look - well - it makes you look -" Sexy? Desirable?"I had the best seat in the house to view Nicole's. He looked himself in the mirror and made sure that today he looked like his father would have liked him to look. He had enough of the tough-boy, street-kid act, enough of the internal rebellion. He looked decent for a change, a young man just out of Sunday services, his new glasses sitting smartly on the bridge of his nose, his hair without corn-rows, an inch-thick afro in its place. He even planned to borrow his mother’s car instead of the old, adolescent dirt bike he thought he’d keep until. Typing was difficult, but he kept going."Run your hand down your stomach. To your left thigh, but don't touch your pussy yet." Ok, but I want to. God, I want to cum!" Patience, young Padawan, patience. Rub your lips with your left hand. Keep tugging on your nipple with your right. Don't go inside your pussy until I tell you to." Unhhhh"Now put a finger inside. Tell me how it feels." God so good. Wet, so fucking wet. Hot."Tom groaned and stroked his cock faster. He usually just got them. Mandy had missed her full climax because I was holding the bench as tight as the cock in my arse... enjoying my first anal pounding.Then everything in the climaxing minutes was invested in his cock and my pussy.Mandy was off the bench and putting pressure on my clit-hood with her fingers. She knew the spread: she didn’t place her fingers on my sensitive bead directly but used my hood’s friction to drive me to a stunning, stunning orgasm.Well looks are doubly deceiving, Roger, the steam train.