When I’d finished ‘helping,’ I didn’t pull away. Instead I moved both hands to her hips again and began to thrust against her ass. She groaned...loudly this time. Her hips started keeping rhythm with mine. Her legs spread further apart like she was trying to find a way to rub her clit against the desk. I could only guess her reasoning, but the movement prompted me to ‘help her’ again. I reached around her and wedged my arm between her and the desk, lifted her up off of the desk and stood her. She was still in her wedding dress. We kissed each other while our hands began to explore each other’s bodies. I managed to pull the zip of her wedding dress down. Moving behind I sat on the bed while she seductively began to strip. She was in her bra and panties as she approached me. Pushing me on the bed she came on top of me and began to kiss me. I could see that she wanted me to desperately take her. But I was not in a hurry. I managed to get my trousers and my coat off my body. She. .. sexually aware, perhaps?Don’t get me wrong. Chrissy and I and all our friends had been thinking about sex for years. I know this because it came up at every sleepover. But by the time we were fourteen we had more and better information about things sexual, and talking about it kind of happened in a deeper, more intimate way.For example, Cheryl Jackson just came right out and asked us all if we masturbated. Just like that!I’m not going to say more than that about what we talked about. We had. .during that time frame of fooling around sge caught me in my moms pantues never forget a maroon silky pair with a cotton front and matching bra ..so she dressed me up in her clothes blouse skirt n a thong her chubby cuz left cuz hers were to small my nutts n sum off my dick wld poke out ..i model few out fits most were her cuzin that we are left oveir there ..but i gets better after thedress up thing i started jeking it wit her panties cumming on them n put them back lik i do wit my moms.