Yet, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Whilst he had to be at least in his forties, it was clear that under his tight shirt Sir was big and strong. A...t over 6ft, you could see his shirt tighten as muscles flexed when he walked around the room. Just listening to his powerful voice made my nipples stir underneath my blouse. I am eighteen, 5ft3 with a petite, curvy figure. I always got attention from the boys because of my bright blue eyes, dark hair and DD breasts. However, eighteen year old boys. He thrust deeper into her as he toyed with her hard nipples, biting down gently on the almond skin of her shoulders. His wet, slippery finger was making small circular movements over her clitoris and her moans became louder. "Tell me," he whispered behind her ear. She sighed as she pressed her hands harder into the sheets, knowing exactly what he wanted from her and having every intention of giving it to him. She pushed back harder, increasing the depth of his cock inside her as she felt the. ”“I do love her. She knows that!”“Does she, Squirt? I talked to her all day today. I’m not sure. We have to make sure that she knows. We have to make love with her.”“What?!” Stephanie gasped. “You can’t be serious! Not after everything that happened! You said you’d never do it!”“She needs me,” I countered. “I doubt that there’s anything that could ever bring us back together like we were before, but I can do this for her. I’m going to do this for her. It’s up to you if you want to or not.. My next thought were the girls, but again I knew their families as wellas the girls, and I knew that if any of the girls wanted anything, theirparents would buy it for them, with no problem or Becky would have lentit to them willingly, I was puzzled.Who or why would anybody be doing this? I was totally stumped.The following week I was at the hairdressers, and by luck or chance, Istarted reading a letter from a mother who had found out that her sonliked dressing up in woman's clothes, and she.