It also helped that he was good looking, in an average Joe kind of way. He was 6’4 with a little extra around the middle, but not much. He had brown... eyes like his sister and dark brown hair that he had grown out into a ponytail, one of the few odd things about him that by now no one really questioned. Sometimes the different girls in their full group would either convince him or have his sister convince him to let them play with his hair, so long as they didn’t take it too far. Being the softy. She used to lay with her son to make him sleep in a locked room. I used to go inside before her to get updates about my uncle.After a week, I started to touch her thighs and hands and she never resisted that and this gave me some confidence. In the day time, when there would be no one in the house, she used to take a nap with her son in her room. I used to go there and lie down with my chest on her legs.She used to wear kurti and leggings. I used to kiss her pussy with leggings on it. She. To my surprise she said nothing. She didn't even bat an eyelid. I had no idea whether or not she knew what had just happened. She merely sat back down in her original position with her squirming toes teasingly placed just underneath the cuff of my shorts, inches away from my straining member, and carried on reading, albeit with a pineapple Bacardi Breezer in her right hand. I wanted nothing more than to grab her perfect foot and rub it hard against my dick till I bathed it with my seed! My lust. His lips pressed against hers – hard and insistent. The hand that had once helped to bar her escape found her breast and squeezed. He’s going to take me – right here, she thought with alarm. The thought had barely formed before another, almost as frightening occurred to her. Oh god, I want it! As soon as her lips softened unbidden with that realization, he growled into the kiss and slid his hand down to her ass. He pulled her against him, his hard cock pressing into her body. Jamie’s resistance.