"Well, I mean'uh, well, you really turn me on and I enjoy everything you do. But, you are so young and well, I feel like I'm turning you into somethin... you aren't." Ernie. You are not turning me into anything I don't want to be. I like turning you on. I like dressing up for you. I like our lovemaking." There you go. That's what I mean. You always sound so grown up and mature about this. It scares me, Andy. It's weird." Ernie was right. I was growing up a lot faster than he realized. I liked our. About 5’5 250 pound or so. Long raven black hair, big brown eyes that are so incredibly sexy. Everything about her rocks my world. I don’t tell her that. I make her think she’s lucky to have my attention. That’s the secret.She lights up a More 120 and I am instantly hard. She knows how to push my buttons just as well as I push hers. With the slim brown cigarette in her hand, she takes a long drag and blows the smoke out towards the cracked window of the car. Her fiery red nail polish. “It’s yours.”I took my time. I wanted that last fuck to last forever. Ivy wriggled and squirmed in the bed. I got her off with my hands. She begged me to fuck her.“Make love to me,” she pleaded. “I need you in me one more time.”But I wasn’t ready yet. My cock was throbbing, but I wanted her to cum again. It felt so intimate with my face between her thighs. I worked her back up to the edge. Then slowed down. She ran her fingers in my hair. She moaned my name. She played with her own. Begging for attention. Sweet nectar perfumes the air as my pussy begins to drip with want. I take my swollen nub in between my fingers and stroke it. Slowly.Gentle at first. But as my stomach tightens and my desire grows, my fingers move quicker. The hot water beats down on my hand and my exposed clit. The sensation causes my legs to tremble, making it hard to stand. I don’t care. The delicious feel of my slick lips pressed against the palm of my hand consumes my mind. Wonder if I can reach.