She didn't have a boyfriend at this point so I began wondering how to convince her to be my first subject to hone my skills on.We got along pretty wel... and she was not the tattletale kind so I decided to just come out with it one afternoon after school while we were at the kitchen table having cookies."Um, I found a videotape Mom has about massage," I started."Oh, shit, you found it? Have you watched it?" Uh, yeah, you know about it?" Oh, come on, I've looked around Mom's stuff, too, you're not. I was pretty good with this responsibility, thanks to the wonderful experience of working alongside my mechanically-inclined dad growing up. Well, thats probably more than you ever wanted to know about a small farm in North Carolina during the 1970s. As I said, my sexual awareness was about to grow dramatically during that first summer. The first few days after I arrived passed fairly quickly as I learned about the farm and my chores. Now, Id visited the farm many times while growing up, but. After rolling the head in my hand for several minutes, I reached down and grabbed the shaft and stroked the top of it with my thumb as I stroked the bottom of my shaft with my other four fingers. The sensation made the blood rush to my cock and of course made it grow that much larger and longer. I like to take my time when stroking myself, trying to last as long as possible and extend the pleasure until I simply can't take it any more and today was no exception. I'll bring myself to the brink. The veins were bulging and the head was swollen and almost purple already. She slowly began stroking his dick while I fucked her from behind. I could tell the nervousness began to fade away because she really got into it. She was stroking it slow and squeezing the base and we could hear the moans coming from his lips. Soon he was begging her to stick it in her mouth. She looked back at me and I nodded in approval. She adjusted closer and kissed the tip. The excited guy just lunged and seemed to.