" And with that, I just barely rolled over in time to not cum in my own bed. i squeezed it from the base up, getting out the last drops. I can NOT stop thinking about her talking to me about her tits, and standing there in her nightie. I have a feeling she will know If I've been in there. I amble in a minute later wearing my shorts and a t-shirt.
I didn't hide my cock or anything, which was a big step for me. go to bed, pervert." ***** So we went to school on Monday as usual, never mentioning a word about anything. Sometimes I would rattle the headboard, Vickie would bang on the wall. I'll be alone, which is good, but I can't go in Vickie's room. "Come into my room when you're done", she hollers. Take that shirt off." "Fine, jeez..." I notice she has something in her hand, something chrome, metallic. "Lay down on the bed, your head on this pillow", she indicates.
Yes, I was thinking of what your big tits looked like...
Answer me, don't fuck around" "Yes." "Stroke it." "Whu...
Now, she's standing in front of me in her designer jeans and black bra.
Look all you want." Vickie stands up, thrusting her chest out. Reaching behind her, she un-does the buttons and takes it off.
With my free right hand, I struggle out of the shorts.
Now then, take off your shorts." I don't move for a moment. "Take them off, or you'll be very, very sorry" Well I don't want to be sorry, sure enough.
But she's not the real story, you'll see.
It's going to be a slow beginning, but give it a shot... Dad moved out years ago, mom has let herself go to hell. Vickie makes the international sign for jacking off, thumb and fingers in a circle, stroking up and down, and points to Mom. I make this exaggerated face, like i'm disgusted, which I am. Hey, you may be into that, fine, I don't care. " "I came home early from school", Vickie continued.
"Since you are such a pervert, but otherwise a good guy, I figure I should help you with your problem.