My own wanting to explore more took the best of me and my hands drifted down from her face, along her neck and to her breast. Both of my hands grasped... one of her breast, cupping it gently between them. I could notice the obvious delight she was getting from this as her body shook with pleasure. My hands massaged that breast with longliness, my fingers pulling upon her erect nipple, causing even more agony to explode through her body.With gentle persuasion, I removed my hands from her breast so. He repeated this movement slowly and gently about 5 times before re-soaping his hands. Now he reached round from the back and cupped my balls with one hot and soapy hand as he massaged the full length of my tool –up and down, up and down while his rock hard dick was probing at my ass cheeks. No one had ever done this to me before and I couldn’t believe it was feeling so good. “OH man!” I groaned; “you are sure learning fast.” Brett kept this rhythmic movement going slowly as his hard cock poked. Everything about her started to grab your attention. The harmless flirting and teasing between you two that you used to pass off as joking would now cause your face to heat up and your mind to shut down. You've wanted her bad for a while now, and the fact that she doesn't seem to notice that fact has only caused your grief. Seeing as how you're best friends, she probably doesn't feel the same way about you. Hell, she probably never even thought about you that way. Which sucks, because you. I contemplated telling my husband, or my employer or my dad, where I was going, but what could I tell them? If I said anything vaguely like the truth they would try to stop me and if I got away they would worry until they heard from me, and if they didn't hear from me what could they do to help?I asked him to send me photographs that proved he really did have this farm. He asked what would do that, what would convince me. I said I wanted a photograph of one of his girls sitting under a horse.