MATE’S MUM AND ME,Cont’
As I felt her swollen outer swelling on each side of her slit, she,in a whisper, ’That’s my vulva’ feeling up over her mound,I whispered back,oh so quietly, pubic hairs,then sliding fingers into her slit, I touched the very soft tissue of her inner lips,and the labia bits,I whispered proud with myself. Her hand was back on mine and pushed me back through the front part again, ’Don’t forget my hood,that’s over my clitoris’ her fingers pushed my fingers under this hood. Fuck,I knew all about a clit,one girl in particular spent much time insisting we took turns touching her’s. Her’s being a neat little bean shaped hard one. But this was altogether a different matter,this clit was proudly hard and its head I felt pressing against this hood as though like my cocks helmet it wanted out,out right now!
’Play with that part,we all like men doing that part’ My face burned with pride. She’s said men,me a man,this ribby stick insect was now,as far as Irene was concerned up to making her clitoris do what clitoris’s do. I start in with determination, ’Go steady,do it more gently and outside my hood,then when I jerk about you can go harder with it’ ’Go on,see if you can make me cum,you know have a thrill,like when you and Charley wanks off. I set to in a more orderly way,but I can’t stop my hand exploring around all the other parts of her pussy.
