His gentle kissing on my neck had evolved into deep passionate biting and sucking that traveled from my ear to the tip of my shoulder. His throbbing ...ick had grown up past the waste band of his boxers and I could feel his warm meat touching the little crevice at the very top of my ass crack, and the silky deposit of his pre-cum. My panties have become soaked with my own excitement. I arched my back to get his hard meat to rub against pussy. He pulled away from me and sat up. I rolled toward. He asked me how old I was and I said 14 and he asked me what I wanted my first car to be and I said a Ferrari F-430 Scuderia in all white with 2 12” alpine’s in the trunk. He also asked me what my favorite 2 colors were and I said white and lime green. He asked for anything about me and I told him anything he wanted to know and my mom couldn’t believe me that Justin had signed me to play guitar for him. But I showed her his number and called it and she talked with him. When Justin talked to me. Twisting his body to see, he flashed her a charming grin that dropped her stomach somewhere near her knees and sent her nerves into a rapid flutter. ‘Good morning, I’m happy to see that you did not run off last night.’ ‘I didn’t see the point,’ she replied. Although she had certainly been tempted time and time again to bolt from her bed for a fast getaway. The urge had been resisted though it remained to be seen if it was a wise choice or not. Jude let out a soft grunt and finished his last. She talked about my father fucking her mouth, her pussy, her asshole, and even her tits. She talked about giving him blowjobs and jerking him off with her hand. I learned a lot that day. I also learned that I sort of liked big tits too. She told me that every time I came for a visit, that my father was going to give us a couple of hours alone together and that we could talk about or do anything that I wanted. She obviously was talking about sex. We would have two hours every visit to talk about.