There he stretched to unkink his back before starting some coffee while she rooted around in his fridge to see if she could find breakfast. ‘Christ,...Stan, who does your shopping?’ she asked, knowing the answer. ‘I do!’ was the expected reply, and she immediately answered, ‘It shows, Stan! We’ve got to get some decent food in here!’ Stan mumbled something under his breath and concentrated on making the coffee. Denise found eggs and some ham, and decided on ham omelettes for breakfast. A couple. Can you turn towards me and put your hand under my shirt to rub my stomach?”Well the lights are turned down, teachers and chaperones are roaming around, but it won’t look too weird to turn toward her enough to put my hand on her stomach.Before she could even react I had a handful of napkins in one hand and my other pulling out the top of her stretchy, skinny jeans and panties. She automatically spread her legs as I got the napkins so they covered her from her butthole to her clit. The whole. I was just remembering thetime I took you to the fair when you were, what, six?"Jeff looked at the man, not having the foggiest idea what he was talkingabout. And then, it happened... like someone turning on a movie projectorJeff's mind was filled with images of a young girl (himself) and her Uncle.The taste of cotton candy was in his mouth, and he could smell the diesel oilcandy cane smell of the midway. Jeff felt a warm flow of hapiness come overhim. He stared for a second, "Yeah... I. He was at least as big as those two studs on the screen, and she suddenly wanted another look at his cock, just to see how he really compared. She squeezed her thighs tightly together, hoping for a little relief, but not getting any.Jim looked down at her knee against his, back at her face, and his hand on it. She jumped, but grabbed his hand so he wouldn't pull it away."I've never seen a girl jack off," he said."I've never seen a guy jack off," she replied, pulling his hand further up her.