The hand caresses my cheek and my ears, and then I feel a finger stroke along my lips. With each stroke, a little arrow of sensation darts from my che...st into my belly. I think: "I don't care that it's weird, it feels really good!", and I open my eyes for a moment, and see the message in the talk window: "It only gets better!"I feel the hands caressing my chin and neck, and I close my eyes again, leaning back in the chair. The hands stroke down my neck, getting closer to my breasts. I can feel. Dixie spoke up, as if reading my mind. "I know I have stayed away from you a lot lately, but it was because I knew I couldn't trust myself to be near you, and not want you. I love you, John, and I truly hope you can forgive me." Do you still plan on staying away from me?" I asked as evenly as I could."Not... Not unless you wanted me to," the brunette said, and I could see that she was starting to tear up. My heart broke at the sight, and I reached forward to cup her cheek in my hand, rubbing. The hair on her thighs had grown enough where it wasn’t too bristled, so it was an odd tickling sensation he felt on his cock. After toying with her clit for a while, he moved his fingers back down to her pussy, pushing his index and middle finger into her. With her pussy already wet, Albert moved his fingers in and out of her to let her wetness lubricate her lips. Moving closer to her, he grabbed his cock and guided it to her, slipping it between her lips and then moving it side to side while. Since Rachael didn't want to share a room, she took one room, Mom and Allison decided to share the only one left and I got the couch in living room. The kitchen, just like the rest of the house, had bare necessities but since we had already eaten at the airport the absence of anything to eat didn't bother us and as soon as our beds, or in my case the couch, were ready we just crashed into them and went off to sleep.I don't know for how long I slept, but when I woke up it was already dark.