" Nodding he reached up and pressed her hand even tighter to his body.He could feel her breasts pressing against his back through her thin nightshirt ...and her hips and leg as she wrapped as much of herself around him as she could. He felt ashamed but there was no way he could stop the blood from flowing and prevent the hardening of his cock. He knew it was his own mother's sister but all he could feel was the beautiful woman pressed as close to him as a second skin. He cursed his weakness and. She seemed light as a feather to me. I kissed her gently and asked which way. She pointed to the hallway, and I started walking. As we got to the end, she pointed to the door on the left, and I eased thru sideways, careful not to hit her head on the doorway.What greeted me was a girl's room, somewhat sparsely populated with a twin bed, a small dresser with makeup and perfume scattered on top of it, and a closet off to one side. A desk with books and college supplies sat next to the bed, which I. I will wait" He ordered her softly. He could hear her scurrying around the office, the loud click of the lock on the door, then as she sat back before the phone, He could hear her quickened breathing.He began to issue orders, commands to open her blouse, but not to totally undress. To pull each delicious orb free from the lacy bra, so that they peeked seductively over the rim. He told her to squeeze each nipple, wetting her fingers before she slid them across the pink bud. Milking them to a. They both wore the same similar clothes to each other, but, unlike the brunette, they didn’t seem to be drunk, and were at least properly attired, not that their shorts and skimpy tops covered much more than Francine’s bra and panties.I wasn’t on overload, but I had to admit I was certainly more sensitive to her ministrations that I would have expected. Was this the requirement I had to meet? Was I to stand here and let her rub me off in my own pants again?The brunette giggled and looked over.