Should I tell her? Should I break down and really tell her how I feel? He slowed then stopped walking altogether. She stopped too. He turned to look h...r in the face. She grew curious as to why he stopped to look at her like he was. He swallowed, hard, again which she noticed, but she waited. She waited to hear what he had to say. And finally he told her. His eyes looked down and then his head. She stood, waiting, and didn’t say a word. He looked up, slowly, but wouldn’t look her in the eyes.. Miss Marshal leaned forward and licked her lips. She kissed the tip, then her tongue slowly came out of her moth and wrapped around the head of his member. She moved her tongue down the shaft to the base then brought it back to the tip. She looked up finally into Jims eyes them smiled just before wrapping her lips around his cock and taking the whole thing into her mouth. Jim was shocked at how great this felt. Her mouth was clamped around his cock all the way to the base. Her tongue was. Although my hard cock is aching to cum, I decide to hold out as much as I could to fully enjoy watching her. She begins to move the dildo at a steady pace, pushing her hips up to meet her hard thrusts. I start to stroke my cock slowly, rubbing my pre-cum all over my cock. She then pulls the dildo out completely and slaps it against her pussy then her hard clit, her juices clearly visible all over the dildo. She then shoves the dildo back in hard and her body nearly shot up off of the bed. She. She told me about her boyfriends and what she enjoyed having them do to her. She spent hours telling me all about the things that excited a girl as well as the things that turned a girl off. Of course, it never occurred to me at the time that she might have welcomed my touch. Once I reached my teens, going into Amber’s bedroom and closing the door was a big no-no where our parents’ were concerned. Things didn’t loosen up until after their death. After their death, Amber started.