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I hated this part, not because I didn't like it, but because it was never enough. It was hard to push my fingers in deeper, brushing over the soft little nub inside of me. I moaned, my fingers curled up further, my movements faster. My pussy was dripping, sensitive. My body trembling the closer I got. I tried to keep my legs still but at this point it was a lost cause. I pumped my fingers in faster and slightly deeper, until I felt that all too familiar feeling. I moaned, louder indian this time, pushing up my hips into my fingers as I came. In the back of my mind I heard him groaning, breathing heavier. I knew he came and had enjoyed watching me play with myself. If wish I could do this for him in real life, or even more. I wasn't ready to stop playing, my fingers ever so slowly moving in and out of my sensitive pussy while I recovered from my high. If only it was his cock buried deep inside of me, slowly pushing in deep while filling me up. I needed a few minutes to cool down, eventually taking my fingers out of my pussy, covered in my juices as I wiped it across my stomach before dipping them in between my lips. I always loved how I taste, whether it'd be from my own fingers, or someone else's. I sat back up, my swollen and sensitive pussy brushing over the sheets, without a doubt leaving a wet spot. "I need you to fuck me." I said, still trying to catch my breath. "Maybe someday I will." He replied, that stupid grin on his face. I chuckled, as if he would. He lived too far away, we most likely wouldn't ever get to see one another. I took a deep breath, watching how he zipped up his pants before he got up from his seat and started gathering his phone and keys. "I'm about to go." He said, hunching back over so I could see his face one more time. I nodded, covering myself up with the blanket as he smiled at me. I had a good time this morning. Everytime I saw him it almost made it harder to wait for the next time. Maybe I was falling for him, or the way he'd tell me what to do, or the way he played with himself while he watched me. I'm pretty sure he looked forward to it too, why else would he come back everytime. "I'll see you Friday?" He asked. I nodded once more. "Yeah, Friday." Chapter 1 This story begins with a boy. The boy in question, Alex, my son, was sitting at the dinner table with a plate of untouched food in front of him and a sullen look on his face. It was a look I had become familiar with over the past couple of weeks. It was evident that something was bothering the lad, but I was at a loss as to what it was. Alex and I had asses always shared a close and affectionate relationship and he had always been comfortable discussing his problems with me, no matter how embarrassing. But this was different. This time I was left guessing and, taking into account that Alex was your typical sixteen-year-old boy, all angst and anxiety, the possibilities were endless. My husband was a long-distance lorry driver, working away for the next two weeks. This left me home alone with Alex, so I made it my mission to get to the bottom of his anguish before his father returned home. I decided to leave no stone unturned in my quest for answers. They were amazing. The younger girl was on her knees. I was shocked he was all ready finished so I head back into living room just as Scott was coming in the sweat was rolling off his body as he came sat on couch. I used to give him the same energy, he'd make me cum so hard and kept the body of a 30 year old from my climaxes. Instead, I just held my breath, closed the back of my throat off, and loosened my lips enough to let Chris's inevitable "flood" of thick, gooey sperm flow down the head and shaft of his dick. Everyone understand? “Whatever. The first of these are your plans for my son”. She found the whole thing sexually arousing. asses Then indian she had eagerly reached down and felt his hard-on through his pants. It was only after my last class of the day departed my room that I could sit down and properly think about the changes I wanted to make to my family and the town. "Keep screaming," he growled, slamming his head against the concrete floor over and over again. I love what’s inside it though. Just as I moved in to make contact, Amy put her palm on my forehead and said, “Your tongue only. As collage was in the morning she used to get up early too. Emily hasn't noticed that desire in his eyes, but I guess if she looks hard enough, she would eventually.