he finally stirred, moving only one think arm down and feeling for my head. Xxx “Actually, I was wondering if you needed anything,” I said in my cutest voice and bit my lip. Maybe he hadn’t found the right girl yet. I moved up, kissing a trail to his nipple, then to the other. “I am sorry about that though. For a 15 year old, his chest was delicious, muscular enough to make it square but smooth enough to be cute. He was obviously loving this, and his pleasure only drove me harder. the light hair on his chest alone made me strain in my too-tight pants. There was a four-seated couch and two reclining chairs facing mounted TV on the right wall. When I did move my body and looked at his face laying on my chest, I realized the little bastard had fallen asleep.
