"I dunno, I guess…"

"It feels good when I do this, Sue." "Real good?"

"Like when you masturbate, Sue, when you finger yourself. You do that, don't you?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," Sue snapped.

Sue leaned back against the sink and watched with rapt fascination as Mr. Brown hitchhiked his hand on his cuke-cock.

She'd never seen a man masturbate before. There was a thrilling, enigmatic excitement about it she couldn't explain, couldn't put her finger on right then-unless it was her own little clitty, she thought.

Her cunny itched. She was trembling again. Her heart thumped. She had forgotten that her splendid teen tits were still sitting up over the top of her pink bra, two scones, two beautiful busties.

Mr. Brown's eyes were like heat-seeking missiles, fuck-hot, scanning Sue's brilliant beauty, her youthful loveliness, as he lewdly jerked on his prick.

"Oh, Sue!" he gasped.

"Cripes!" Sue gulped, watching him go faster now, watching him whack wildly.

"Take your panties down for me, will you?" he burbled.

"Oh, please, Sue!"

"Would that get you hot and stuff… I mean more hot than you are, sir?"

"Yes!" he huffed.

Sue thumbed her pink panties and tugged them down and showed Mr. Brown her rich, thick muffy. He gasped loudly and thrummed his cock in a hard hand-blur. "Jeeez." Sue mumbled.

"I'm jerkin' to you, Sue!" he cried.

"I know. I can see. I know," she said. "Aren't you hot?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

"Honey, do it to yourself, okay?"

"Just put your hand down there for me." "No, I said."

She pulled her panties back up just as Mr. Brown came. Big glops of cum, huge floaters of jizz, boomed out of his huge prick.