“Oh God, Mrs. Jamason, I…” He stammered, flushed with embarrassment.
I smirked, amused. So eager, he’d finish before he‘d even begun.
“My turn, Steven.” A gentle command as I slid a finger up my slit to taste a dab of his hasty deposit.
He hesitated. “You want me to…my own…?” Not disgust, but uncertain of my desire.
“Of course, Steven. You satisfy me now, and then we’ll give it another go. Slowly this time.”
We had all summer before he headed off to college, but he was already proving to be an enthusiastic student.
