Belinda often thought about her father's cock when she was finger-fucking herseif.

She looked forward to finding a boyfriend who had a cock as big as her father's.

In fact, she wouldn't have minded fucking her father, truth be known, and fantasized about it frequently.

But now she was with Tommy Harris and if his prick didn't feel parentally large, it felt plenty big enough.

She began to play with the clasp of his zipper.

She drew it down a few inches, then pulled it back up an inch or so, alternating the opening and closing movement but going down a bit lower than she went back up each time. She was teasing him now, but she was not a cockteaser by any stretch of the imagination.

She had decided to give Tommy a handjob.

Belinda was not selfish.

When she gave a boy a hard-on, she figured that the boy deserved an orgasm, even if she did not have one, herself. She liked to make boys come.

She wondered if she should blow him.

In fact, Belinda had never really given a boy a blow job. She had taken a cock into her mouth once and it had been so wonderful that she just knew it would be a joy to suck on a cock until it creamed and to swallow all that lovely stuff. But that time she had made the boy so hot and herself so horny that she had only sucked on his prick for a minute before they wound up fucking in a frenzy.

That was the closest she had come to it.

She had often thought about sucking her father's cock, the naughty girl, and she planned to suck some lucky boy off in the near future.

But she wasn't sure if it would be proper to give a boy a blow job on a first date.

And this wasn't even a date, now.

Sadly, she decided that Tommy would have to settle for a handjob now, until they got to know each other better – like, say, later that evening?