I went into the kitchen and grabbed myself some champagne and waited for my stepfather in the living room. I watched some television, while I waited. ...I didn’t want to wake him up. I even texted my friend, Beth to tell her where I was and who I was with. She was a little jealous. We haven’t met up with Beth again since our little contest. I guess my stepfather really is enjoying just spending time with me. I knew that made Beth a little jealous. I do think I might of texted her to make her. "Roll over dear." Denise is more direct now as I obey and flip over to lay on my stomach. After a moment she climbs on the bed, her knees straddle my sides as she begins to rub my head, neck & shoulders. I feel a warm wetness fall on my back as Denise pours a bit of oil she has brought onto my super sensitive skin. Slowly and methodically she rubs the oil into my alabaster flesh. Loosening my muscles and relaxing my tensions she rubs and kisses. Kisses and rubs. Slowly and firmly she kneads her. ‘I love you and I’ll give you it to you anyway you want it baby,’ he replied, his voice, low and serious. He slowly started to penetrate her again, feeling the incredible tightness squeezing him, taking total control over his body, his mind. Haley spread her legs even further apart, her feet on his back, then she moved them down to rest on his very firm ass. She slowly started to press him even further in, feeling him penetrate her even deeper and deeper still, until she was able to take in all. In those days when I told her I loved her she’d ask, ‘Do you really?’ As if I were possibly kidding her. ‘Yes, and more each day,’ I’d reply or something to that effect each time. She’d smile comforted in the fact. When we went to bed it was always with the idea of making love even though many times it seemed a test of our endurance or our pushing our sexual limits. We kissed and caressed each other slowly during our foreplay never wanting to rush our climax. I was always intrigued with our.