I just wanted to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth. Feel its heat, taste it. Worship it. Give it pleasure. I wondered what had happened to make J...e hard. Why hadn’t he had a wank while he was hidden in the shower? My memory of him standing highlighted against the white tiles was stark. The blur of motion as he wanked his hard-on. The spurt of spunk, the way he squeezed the juices out of his fading cock and abandoned his seed on the floor. Boys often got hard-ons at school: raging hormones. A little too long touching my penis as I felt a pulse in there and was glad he stopped when he did. I think my face got a little red. He told me he hadn't seen anything to worry about sop far. Then he had me stand at the cushioned table and I heard him putting on rubber gloves, all the while telling me that he would make sure I was very healthy. He slowly rubbed some lotion onto my rear then inserted a slippery finger into me, moving it around quite a bit before taking it out. He assured. Was it not a nice feeling to be appreciated? But SHE TOUCHED ME! I had to get a hold on these strange emotions. Rachel was undressing down to her bra as she sat there and I automatically d****d the dressing gown around her shoulders which she then pulled tighter together reveling in its warmth. I walked around the room gathering from various drawers what I was going to wear and took these back into the bathroom where I dressed. I felt much warmer but still at some unease with the situation -. As I rubbed him and we kissed it didn’t take long before his hand moved down my leg.Then I felt his hand slide up under my skirt, I opened my legs easily as his fingers caressed the front of my knickers, it was good. I was still rubbing his cock and as he rubbed me a little more I gasped. God I was simply gagging for it, then after maybe thirty seconds or so he moved.He slid off the sofa and knelt down in front of me between my legs, I opened them and he bent down and licked the front of my.