" I replied noticing small movements under the sheet."What else did you two do?" Jessica asked her voice to changing slightly."All I did was touch her...tits a few times thru her shirt. But it didn't seem right when she stopped moving. So I stopped after a while she kissed me once more like before and left my room." I said "Wait she was in your room? Did you force her in to any of this?" Jessica asked her eyes seemed to peer thru me "How could I force her in to this when it was her that woke me. After the light was fixed, I started down the ladder with her still holding it for me, looking down, I could see down the top of her jumper, what gorgeous tits, really nice. I stopped and admired them for a few seconds, then as I became level with her hands, she must have noticed that I had a bulge in my jogging bottoms and she just moved her hand so that she brushed against me. Again was it my imagination or was it deliberate. I had to get into a cupboard under her kitchen worktop to run the. This was wrong, yet as his other hand explored the curves that lay beneath the cloth of her top, she found she was slipping further and further into herself. As his lips touched her neck, his tongue tracing a line towards her ear, she was vaguely aware of the touch of denim. Her hand cupped the object of her erotic dreams these last few years. If she could see herself she would blush as her fingers searched urgently for the edge of his jeans. There she felt the heat from the tip of his manhood. "Hm. Well 'average' varies with age. The last studies I read on the subject said that the average for an adult male is 5 and a half inches. I'm guessing that for a boy your age, it would be an inch or so less. Judging by eye..." She craned her head around, to get a look at his erection from the side. "I'd say yours is about... 6 and a half... maybe 7." Really?" Jason smiled, proudly. "Cool."She nodded. "Yes. You're a... lucky boy, it seems." After craning her head around to the other side, to.