He remained silent.“Would you make love to me, Bob? Don’t just fuck me make love to me?”That sounded good. Whether it was good, or bad, he could...n’t be indifferent to it.“Whatever you want, Baby,” he whispered.She began moving, giving him a running commentary on what she was feeling. The pressure went away as she adapted to his intrusion. Soon she was panting, leaned over, thrusting and pulling to make his penis move within her, and make her clit move against him. He whispered sweet nothings to. That would explain why she would fondle her own teenaged breasts sometimes. She had been trying to turn me on. “Well I suppose I owe you a thank you, you did give me a couple of pleasant mornings” I said with the best smile I could muster. She got closer to me but I couldn’t help but to continue talking. “I understand you were sympathetic to me but still I would be a little creeped out to get naked in front of some girl just because I felt bad for her” I said. “You were good looking enough that. She was still stood there, and when she failed to budge, my feelings were confirmed. She smiled at me, and signalled me with her dainty hands to come forth into her home. I walked in and there was no turning back now. We stood silent. My heart was beating hard and fast like a steam train. She took a step forward ”could you close the door please” she uttered. I obeyed, and closed it, my hands quivering with excitement and then she stood before me, her body so close to mine. She could hear my. After seconds of letting me play with her beauties she snapped out of her lethargy and pushed my hands away. She turned and pushed me back away from her. Her eyes were afire. I didn't know if it was anger of lust, or some of each. She just looked at me for a moment and then ran out of the room to her bedroom. I heard the door slam and I started worrying that I had gone too far.I went to my room with my tail between my legs. Would she tell Dad what I had done? He would kill me... Later I heard.