His hands though, just curled around my wrists. His eyes hadn’t looked away from me once. They hadn’t even blinked I don’t think, as they had re...moved the heavy material from me. And they didn’t look away from me now as they watched every expression that crossed my face. With a gentle tug he pulled me closer – and that was all it took for my body to bump into his. A moan lodged in my throat as my breasts pressed against what felt like iron wrought warmth. His hands still held my wrists down at. " Why is that?" Because I knew he would, and I let Ron in anyway." How did you know he'd catch you?" Because I knew dad would come into my room sooner or later."I thought about that a while. All I could do was cock an eyebrow, and she nodded her head, then I saw her tear up. And it wasn't the sort of tearing up that you'd see over a lost love; it was tears of shame. Even at my seventeen years of age, I knew the difference.You have to understand that was in the early sixties. Sex abuse wasn't. He put both hands on either side of her head, leaning over her and whispering into her ear. "Tell me how badly you need me, Marisa". She could feel his cock resting against her pussy as she tried to find her breath. "I need you so badly Jer..." She breathed. "Tell me who's pussy this is?" he taunted, kissing her neck. Marisa panted, "Yours, Jeremy, this is your pussy. All yours. My pussy is all yours." Jeremy grunted in satisfaction, pulling her head around so he could kiss her as he lay his. Within a few seconds she was handing me her dress before resuming her position on the rug.She looked amazing - she was petite with a developing baby bump that sat nicely below a nice set of fleshy tits that were well restrained in a full bra. A full set of briefs hid her pussy. Her hands were still at her side at the moment."Now ... the bra ... and don't cover your tits ... I want to see them totally exposed" I commanded.She slipped the straps off the shoulders before releasing the front.