One of my legs would wrap around yours in an effort to feel you rock hard between my legs. The lift would stop and you'd grab me by the wrist, leading... me to your room. People would notice our dishevelled state as we walk past them in the corridor. You'd stop in front of the door to take out your key, watching me slowly unbutton my blouse down past my black lace bra, not caring that other people can see me do it. You'd throw open the door…E:...and we'd fall through it with our tongues dancing. Later that night we had both wound up at the same party and… we were married three months later and that was all 16 years ago.Since then though, every time our schools play it is a war in our house. She watches on the TV in the bedroom, I watch in the family room and we yell and taunt each other all game long. About five years ago, bets started entering the equation. At first it was loser did the dishes for a month, or winner got breakfast in bed for every Saturday for six months. But this. My parents finally married about ten years after they met, and I was born in January 1983. My mom would often smile and call me her "accidental child". Sometimes, people say this to be cute, but in my case, it was completely true. My parents had no desire for children. They didn't hate me; they were just very distant, and unable to be caring parents. I think my grandmother realized this would happen, and when I was born, she persuaded my dad to head a company she was forming where she lived, in. .. Never! she thought angrily, absentmindedly playing with her sensitive new tits and inadvertently sending jolts of arousal to her groin.When she finally noticed and stopped herself, she found that her arousal continued to grow anyway. Oh no, she thought, as her attention was pulled down to her playful little pussy, its exciting new changes having been jumpstarted and strengthened by the sensations coming from her boobs. She shivered as her vagina tightened, eagerly preparing to pump the cum.