So she just continued spending as much time with him as possible. On the day he’d so gamely taken her parents to the airport at the ungodly hour o...f nine am on a Sunday, she was silent all the way home. He left her to her own mind, and all she could think of was that broad, hard, smooth chest she’d seen when he captured her intruding spider. The wicked warmth in his blue eyes whenever he teased her about her dating disasters. She studied him as he drove. He seemed to be off in thoughts of his. ” she stopped and gasped softly, shocked at herself, had she really said that out loud? His chuckle as finger and thumb pinched her taut nipple said that she had. The clock on the mantle ticked slowly and her body squirmed as Mr Carter touched her, stroked her but did not fuck her. She was very excited by the time that the door opened and Mrs Carter walked in, her greying brown hair in a neat bun. Lily drew in her breath in a sharp panic and would have sprang from his lap if she’d been able,. Every third or fourth stroke Amy halted for a moment to lick the end of his finger in a circular motion. Unbeknownst to Amy, John’s free hand was moving in another direction, a downward direction until his fingers became enmeshed in the still dampened tuft of hair just above her pussy. That brought a pleasurable moan to Amy’s lips and she lightly bit his finger, certain it would cause him no pain. Playfully retaliating, he pulled his finger through a snag of tangled pubic hair causing Amy to. ......yes I was now totally helpless and trussed up and submissive. As he slowly walked around me admiring his handiwork I couldn't help but notice that a distinct and familiar wetness was beginning to grow between my legs. I could only imagine what he was intending to do next but the mere thought of what was to come had me a bit nervous and I must admit I had become quite excited with anticipation. As he continued to circle around me he would pause to stroke, caress and explore my body. His.